"Eat your greens" would have been Mommas favorite thing to tell me.
She would have been happy to learn that I rode my first bike without training wheels when I was 7.
I can hear her cheering for ever goal I scored in soccer.
But Momma wasn't there.

Momma would have loved to give me baths,
Because i would always sit still when shed tenderly massage soap into my scalp.
"I love you Momma" is what I would say.
As she warmed me underneath a fresh blanket.
But Momma wasn't there

Instead Momma was out,
And I was on the floor crawling
In search of the next cheerio I could eat.
Over needles, razors, and scattered bottles.
But Momma couldn't keep me.
So I was put in a different house.