It's a sad day every year
when Mothers' Day arrives
and I know I have to call you
when we both would rather die
than spend five minutes talking
and mhmm-ing and remarking
about the weather and your boys
and the home I don't belong in.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
It's a sad day every year
when Mothers' Day arrives
and I know I have to call you
when we both would rather die
than spend five minutes talking
and mhmm-ing and remarking
about the weather and your boys
and the home I don't belong in.
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