Linda Marie

For once I’m going to tell the truth to my mother,
And how I call her Linda.
Stone cold with a period after her name
Even if it’s in the middle of a sentence.

I will tell her how I hate her,
And wish I could be from my father completely,
Because I will
Never
Have to call him Dennis.

I will tell her the calls I ignore
Are not because I’m napping
But because I can’t stand the chit chat I’d make with a telemarketer,
To have to speak it with my “Mother”.

I will tell her how my home feels warm again
Since she left.
How I will never miss her sleeping though
Every
Important moment in my life.

I will tell her I don’t miss her,
Because you can’t miss what you never wanted.
I will tell her I call her Linda.