My mother Jill, My sister karen,
The two women in my life. It's how this is to be.
As i would give my life, or even so much more, just to once again have a chance,and the both of you
If only once again i can see.
So Here again, i sit alone today,
as I've been, running through my head.
Thoughts of how I should feel, what 2 do,
how 2 be, even words i should have said.
Now you both r gone, Ive spiralled down,
losing all control, losing my way.
Reality is, there's no excuse for me,
No reason I can think of, not a word i can say.
But then when i think you, I find myself,
taken with so much that needs to be said.
I went through life without a 2nd thought,
Mistakes on my end were shurley made. though guilty I am, will my rights and wrongs be forever weighed.
With a mother to raise me and a sister to
Help teach me right and wrong.
Still i wasn't able to get it right, same ols song.
bye no means am i ready 2 give up this fight.
So to you both, sincerly these words I write.
Alone, as i may feel, at this very moment
new to me, have not really dealt with my mothers death.
I tried to mask it and block it out
Dull away the pain, by using crystal meth
only to find myself,wishing this all could just pass me bye.
Or I could wake up find you both still here
That's its all been a really bad dream, just a lie.

Written to JILL Eads. - Mother and
Karen Hutcherson- sister

Written by David L Eads
© David Lowell Eads Jr.