Sandra's Interlude

Dear Sandra

I got some things to vent to you

Times getting harder since you left now I get shit confused

I miss you everyday and think about you smiling down

And how you used to discipline this lonely wilding child

Remember when you used to take us to parades

We would try to get the vacant space and say hip, hip, hooray

Whenever we would see the horses

And when my parents fussed and argued going through divorces, you were there to Make us forget

All the pain that we had witnessed, and for that I love you always

You used to work concessions at all of my ball games

Cooking dinner for us, and made sure that we had eaten, even if it left you starving till Your inside parts bleeding