Connie's Daughter Ran Away
Connie's Daughter Ran Away
To mama,
I'm sorry for the grief I'm causing.
It's not everyday a daughter runs away. But I must.
Forget my bunny hop, and the tangibles. I just
couldn't deal with the intangibles of being left
off the team. It hurts.You were right. I am so
very reminiscent of dad. However, I regret,
not proudly at the moment. Mama I'm sorry. I'll
be okay. I have Rule, Sheldon, Steele in my
brain pockets ... I'll find my way around on the
streets. Don't fret, I'll keep in touch. I know
I'm only eleven. But I'm a big girl. Mama if you will,
forward letter, please. PP.
To my softball coaches
You know who you are,
You're a bunch of roaches
Your brain's off par
Off tracks
You are far worse than bums
A pitiful bunch of crackerjacks
Drinking moonshine rum
I cry at my loss
But I can laugh at you, you
For I'll even die on the cross
To make you coaches out as fools
By the time mama read this
I will be long gone
She will be run heartbroken, amiss
But sadly my life here is done
I leave behind in memory, pops
A Mama that loves me
Forever she'll be tops
I need to be going, set free
In the end Bobby Sox got my goat
With hillbillies running the show
Sorry mama for my lost hope
I say with sad tears, I must now go
Love you dearest mama, Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
12/28/16
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