Mother Love

I have a son and

I have a daughter

The lights of my life.

If they needed a heart

And mine was any good

I swear they could have it.

I might smoke cigarettes behind the shed with them

And never tell their secrets

But I think a parent’s death

Is the greatest gift

Maybe I wasn’t a great mother

When they were little

So the least I can do for them now

Is die.

That’s something they will never forget.

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