2 Weeks Notice

“2 weeks notice” It’s the polite amount time to give before you move on, Before you no longer have obligations to uphold with people you soon want to forget But those are those people and I am me and unlike everyone else I wonder Why was I not worth it? My supervisor always asks me do I have a lot on my mind, Not because I am stressed, Or even because I call out, But because for a moment each and every day she spots me in one place or another Just staring… I tell her no, But the truth is I am thinking of a letter addressed to god, And in the letter I will hold back my rage and all my pain and simply ask.. Why was I not allowed two weeks notice? Two weeks notice to run one more errand that was asked of me, Two weeks notice to run down the street to the market to get those groceries, Two weeks notice to wash that last load of clothes that she just couldn’t find the strength to finish herself, Why was I not given notice?! Notice that she would no longer be there to greet me at the top of the steps after my typical teenage day, Notice that she would no longer be at the other end of that shiny gray cell phone I bought for her on her birthday, Notice that everyday that I would walk into her hospital room, there would be a need for me to remind her of my name, Notice to remind her that I was her baby girl, Notice to remind her that I loved her every moment of every second of every day, Why was I not given notice, That when the meningitis finally took over treasured memories of her mind, And that when the aids and stress finally weakened her body , That I would never be able to sit at the bottom of her bed and just stare at her placing her favorite scented oil behind her ears, That I would never be able to sit in my room and write of love while listening to her sing gospel songs in the bathroom, And at the end of my letter to god, I will leave a post script, Asking him that when the moment arises again for him to take another of my beloved kin That he please be polite and give me Two weeks notice -Shelby