Poem #138

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I haven't had a mom for 17 years my dad says casually one night. He tells me how he wished he still had a mom and a sister and a dad but he doesn't. He tells me how he watched the three people he loved the most leave this world how painful it was. And now all of a sudden, I am regretting all my casual jokes about wishing I was dead. All the casual jokes about killing myself seem a lot more serious now. I guess it never really clicked my dad tells me how excited his mom was to have another baby girl. He tells me how if she held on for a couple months, she would've met me. He tells me how his mother used to say one person comes into the world while another one comes out.

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