You had a brunch as a true family on the porch under a warm bright sun
I sat indoors.
The brunch was without and still you
laughed
and joked
and talked like nothing was wrong
and nothing was missing
When you came back for seconds
I was sitting alone
picking at my food
and none of you asked if I was alright
you just passed by on your way back to the porch
and
not
one
of you glanced my way
You heard the wood creaking loudly as I approached the stairs
no one said anything
so I guess my gift this Mother's Day is my death
cause I may as well be dead to you
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