Katherine Davis, room 303;
SWEETEST SOUL YOU EVER COULD MEET.
I bring her morning coffee everyday.
She calls me Raymond,
SHE THINKS I'M HER SON;
tells me, "Get washed up for supper,
before your daddy gets home."
She goes on about the weather,
how she can't believe
IT'S ALREADY NINETEEN FORTY-THREE.
She calls me Raymond,
and that's all right by me.
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My father and I,
We didn't get along.
When mother left, we made a silent pact.
I sttay out of your business,
youstay out of mine.
We may share a house,
and I may be your child,
but you have no clue how to handle me,
and I have no clue how to talk to you.
Until now.
We talk.
We care.
And we finally realise,
that we both have felt so bad, not having any connection to each other,
because really,
we do love eachother
We didn't get along.
When mother left, we made a silent pact.
I sttay out of your business,
youstay out of mine.
We may share a house,
and I may be your child,
but you have no clue how to handle me,
and I have no clue how to talk to you.
Until now.
We talk.
We care.
And we finally realise,
that we both have felt so bad, not having any connection to each other,
because really,
we do love eachother
My son
died
today
I've
never
felt
anything
more
painful
his
mother
killed
him
