Saturday, May 12, 2012

Missing Mom

Love, hate, anger, sorrow,

Yes, we’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Always there, never far,

Sure, you lent out your old car.

Now because of little brother,

We never hear from our dear Mother.

--CD Tolliver
at 12:16 PM

7 comments:

  1. barbaraMay 12, 2012 at 4:52 PM

    oh dear . . . because of little brother? :(

    there is surely more to this tale.

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  2. OldDogNewTitsMay 12, 2012 at 11:59 PM

    Totally what I was thinking, Barbara. Can we request chapter 2?

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  3. FranMay 13, 2012 at 5:12 AM

    Very intriguing, CD.

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  4. karenMay 13, 2012 at 8:54 AM

    Oh my ... little brothers. Yeesh. =)

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  5. trifectaMay 13, 2012 at 3:32 PM

    Thanks for linking up with Trifextra this weekend. I like the sing-song voice this response takes. I, too, would like to hear more of this story. Hope to see you back again soon.

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  6. Jester QueenMay 13, 2012 at 8:01 PM

    I can't decide if little brother has made off with the car making it impossible for Mom to travel, or if something horrible happened because of little brother.

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  7. AnonymousMay 13, 2012 at 9:41 PM

    Reminds me of the Little Willie poems. Something deliciously horrid always happened, but stated in such a low key way, you always wondered if you'd understood it correctly. Well done.

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