The year after my mother diedWas filled with angerSleepless nightsGetting upAnd walking through my dayWhere the best and worst thingThat I could do was forgetEven for a momentThe second year after my mother diedWas filled with angerAnd joyThinking ofThe way that she would laugh beforeHer own punchlinesCross her legs and say“I have to pee!”And laugh …Read More