By...Lea Anne Stoughton
I’m sitting in the family room watching TV.
I hear the garage door open and someone walks in.
It’s Mom. She looks like she’s been shopping.
“You’re dead,” I say, and crush her to me.
She holds me as I weep. “It’s okay,” she says.
As I cling to her, she starts to fade.
I can feel her going.
in my kitchen,
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