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I Failed to Tell You Mommy

By , whitmore lk, MI
Withered bones, bruised feet,
No wonder you can sleep.
He sat down beside the window pain,
We all knew he had a different pain.

You told me to watch him from the garage door.
Mommy why can’t you watch him too,
Please mommy, please watch with me.
No baby girl I have stuff to do.

I didn’t wanna tell you he had trouble getting to the car.
Didn’t wanna tell you, he used the walking stick and card.

I couldn’t tell you this was the last dance,
The next morning I had the last chance.
All I could do was stand there stuck in a trance.
Brocken and confused didn’t wanna tell you, I could refuse.
I failed to tell you this was the last dance last chance,
Tell him what you never got too,
I told him I loved him but you loved him more.
You were able to ignore.

The next day you got the call,
A call that could stop every word, every fall.
I told you Mommy.
Well I wish I would have told you.





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