Mommy's Drugs, Dreams, and Death
She died inside her work-clothes Smelling faintly like stale beer Glass covering the counter where he'd been standing But she in her bed Covered in beautiful pink covers And Sara awaking peacefully from her slumber She rubs the sleep out of her eyes Maybe today will be a good day And no one will cry And no one will scream And there will be smiles in all the broken bottles And even from the shards of glass still embedded in her scalp I wonder, she thought, if it will be over today If the sickness will leave If we'll all be okay If the depression will fade into the past And she goes into the bedroom To find her like she always does Mommy's tranquil slumber Rings through Sara's ears Because There is No Sound I wonder, she thought, if daddy knew this Before he left last summer Did he know that this would happen? It's all a dream baby girl We'll get you some good help Just take these pills for now Don't think about her in the morningThe name has been changed in this poem, for the sake of the person in question. Written August 21st, 2001 © on Aug 21 2001 12:54 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 1
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"She died inside her work-clothes..."