Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day 
 poetry stories

milenamoon Community member
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Confessional poetry

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day. I celebrate this day with a ghost My bottle of air, my vacant chair. Exchanging stories about the deceased Food for worms, and maggot covered dreams. Reminiscing on good times, we do not speak for long. Going back to graveyard tales, and coffin nails, Every time you had hammered them wrong. You confessed it was harder than it looked Yet so very easy to do Once you place one nail in the coffin You suddenly have two. I took it with a grain of salt In which I placed upon my door Hoping to rid the evil spirits Coming for. Searching for you. To take you back, and ruin the celebration. Our once a year, grave get away vacation. It did not work, it was time to go. To carry you back home. I gave them flowers that I had bought and your dusty bag of bones. To embark on their journey towards the great unknown. As the shadows blurred then ceased to show I watched 1 more year come then go. With farewell painted on my lips I blew a bitter, and bloody kiss One that will blow back towards you, mummy When it is our time again.

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