I'll never forget it...

I was the third of September...

Checks had been deposited...

Daddy called to ask if I knew that my child was on his way to Texas...

Of course I hadn't a clue...

Like thieves in the night, they had disappeared...

No notices.

No explanations.

No see ya later goodbyes...

Blindsided...

It was a crushing blow!!!

Even a worthless derelict, which I am not, should be able expect a decent adieu...

I called and texted and left messages...

Never one response did I receive...

No Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year or Happy Birthday salutations have been exchanged...

How can a Mother who professes to live her child be so cold...

How can a child with love in his heart do such wrong...

I'll survive this ambush...

I'll be just fine...

At least that's the I lie that I tell myself as this pain eats me alive...

It Was The 3rd Of September©
EdwinBrown9®™
4/20/16