40.

What began my days first moment,
was my mom saying goodbye,
to my little brother,
treating, talking, farewelling,
as I awaoke to hear it all,
it was my turn.
Brushed my bed head exposing my forehead
kissed it as if forgetting, who I am,
what I've done, said and showed.
Loved me no less and no more,
than my little brother.
Im awake now and vaguley remember,
scene after moment.
What I do know is she gave me $20.
"Say a little prayer." my beautiful mom always said.
I always heard, along with Vanessa.
I've honestly probably only said below ten,
since living in the apartments.
That I now drive past, looking for my front door.

4/13/12
08:57