A Letter to the Dearly
Dear Mom,
Yes yes I know its been a while since I’ve written
some days its just heard to keep up with all of the things going on
and to remember to write is just another thing going on
that’s why I’ve not written.
That’s not the best excuse I know, but this pandemic thing has
crowded so many things out of my mind and replaced them
with rules, and new techniques and tricks, like who ever
Thought about hanging a mask from one ear?
Does that look stylish to you? I’m not sure that my upbringing
prepared me for a world wide pandemic.
I mean, how do we eat with a mask? This mask on and mask off
thing is really tricky.
Anyway me and the kids have been coping, hanging in there and
in general continuing to abide.
The food shortages that existed a few weeks ago have disappeared
for now and there is plenty of TP for everyone.
The other day in the store I even found Clorox wipes for eight
dollars!
The kids are still growing like the September ragweed, sprouting up and
spreading the sniffles. Yep, those allergies have attacked the whole
family. We do have that DNA connection so its all honest. It’s quite the job
keeping the kids fed, clothed and educated.
My job is still a pain most days. Once in a Blue Moon there will be a
couple of really nice days, then it’s back to the bump and grind. I know
you never like to hear me diss my work, but there are times when the
daily schedule becomes intolerable and nearly drives me to drink.
By the way a friend found some PBR at a great price at the BrewHaus so
I have enough beer for a while yet. Speaking of the house, our drainage
problems have gotten worse. After a heavy rain we have those puddles up
against the back wall and under the back porch. We keep getting that mold
in the kitchen so we keep on using that bleach to kill those mold germs.
Departed
Well we finally drove out to the cemetery and made sure the grass was mowed
and your stone had not disappeared into the ground.
It’s been twenty years now and Damn it, I cannot remember your voice anymore.
I’ve got pictures on my wall, but they cannot conjure your voice and its just gone from my mind.
I hear your words, but with no tone, like those foreign robots reading the text on those YouTubes.
That’s it for now. I’ll drop this letter into the box so it will join all of the other
letters from me.
Until next time,
Your loving daughter,
