dear
mother

you plaster a smile so carefully
upon my chalky face
you shape it like you used to see
and where you can't remember,
you trace.

you forgot that i like olives
and that my sister does as well...
i guess you lost a lot of things
on your daytrip to hell

mother, you astound me
with the things you overlook
i wish you'd get your act together
better someday write a book

i too would like learn
how to cut down family trees
how to convince all the
lonely
little
leaves
to leave
for good...

dearest
mother...

love,
littleredwritinghood