By the time I was old enough to sit and drink
gin with you, you were too old to drink it anymore. I know how to
sew by hand because of you. I wish you hadn't forgotten how to sing
St. Louie Woman. I eat
Vienna toast and
Haagen Daaz coffee ice cream to
toast you. I give my mother
hell in your name. I miss your planting
bulbs that never would sprout. I miss showing you the difference between red and
fuschia 'cause god only knows you couldn't see it. I miss your
cornbread.
Mom said she was going to give me your ring, because I don't have one of my own, I hope that's all right. I'm never letting go of the Singer even though I threaten to all the time. I miss California with you and Aunt Janie. I don't understand why you're in Missouri and not Texas. Oh yeah, Texas sucks.
I am so sorry I missed you.