You are still the Mother Figure. I swear, I have seen you bleeding before the mirror with a widow's vacuousness. Don't believe for a minute that we ever meant you harm as we locked your dirty secrets away in that back bedroom like so many failed histories. The timing was just all wrong. I read the lines on your face as I sang you to sleep. You drank and smoked with wild abandon alone in your dreams where you called the shots. I miss you MOM, everyone misses you. The world is a mess without your strong will to guide it's rotation.
Denise Lorraine McCubbin