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Mausoleum
‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ (No one is going to bust up MY insides, sew my eyes and mouth shut, drain my blood and pump me full of fluid then seal me up in a concrete drawer) Mama I was so young, so very young So very young and so very curious You were sitting in your favorite chair I was sitting on the arm of your chair ”Mama what did they do to you in the hospital” You parted your gown and I saw a flaming scar Something was missing… The lady with the bun on her head came into the classroom with an apple I was called out into the hall The lady with the bun on her head presented me with the apple I said “Thank you for the apple” She said, “You’re welcome son” (Teacher had a grave look on her face, shaking her head slightly and muttering) The lady with the bun on her head said “I need you to come with me son” and escorted me outside where our car was waiting; grandma and grandpa in the front, daddy in the back with my two brothers. Daddy said with a wavering voice, “Boys, your mother has gone to be with the Lord” We rode home in silence… They even had a dresser with a mirror with plush carpet, end tables and lamps in the room we were escorted to They had you laid out in a bed with the covers folded neatly down but it was not really you… Someone had made a copy of you A life sized, porcelain doll image of you Grandpa went over and reached down “Look, she has her favorite earrings on Doesn’t she look beautiful” (Mama, I didn't think you looked beautiful at all) I remember asking daddy, "Daddy, how come, how come they gonna put mama in that drawer” Mama I was so young, so very young I was at the ideal age of six mama Old enough to comprehend but too young to understand Old enough to hurt like hell but too young to know why I guess I miss you even now mama Mama, I guess what I miss the most is just growing up without you and that you never said goodbye… Oh mama... don’t let them bust up my insides, sew my eyes and mouth shut, drain my blood and pump me full of fluid, then seal me up in a concrete drawer like they did you…
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