I Buried You…

I’d started digging, like crazy, you know, the way your dogs would???  And, after that hole was big and deep enough, I’d placed your tiny body, gently, wrapped around that warm and comfy blanket, down, into that small casket, and, I’d, buried you.

I buried you, but, you just refuse to stay DEAD!  I’m sorry you were NEVER formed, but hey, wasn’t as if I was the one to blame for that, so, why don’t you go, and HAUNT those who are responsible, why you haunting me now?  ‘cuz I was supposed to have been your mom, someone you could look up to, someone you could rely on, to keep you safe and sound?

I buried you, it was, the MOST painful thing I’d ever done, and I didn’t even have a “body” either to put into that tiny casket, so, instead, I’d placed the dreams I had of you, the images of us, running around, wild, AND free, down, into the ground, and, I’m laying you, to rest, for good, child…

I buried you, and that, was that.  I didn’t want to let go of you, but, holding on to you just keeps this broken heart unmended, and, there was NO way I was EVER going to, keep making myself suffer, and so yeah, baby, blame your mama for being CRUEL if you want to………

and no, still NOT my photograph here…