This poem is for my mom who died december 28, 2001...
what fun i thought it was going to be...

Looking into your eyes is like looking up
in the sky and seeing heaven...

Are you gay?
Or are you straight...

All these things you're saying just brings me more...
you're tearing and scratching at my heart...

Someday you'll be gone,
but it won't be because you've died...

Every once in a while when we're sitting in...
I'll just watch you doing whatever it is your...