Mom Moving On
I wish mom could just move on.
Dad has. He’s long gone.
But she’s withdrawn
From the world of dating.
Instead she just sits there: hating.
Secretly waiting for him.
But the dog wants someone “slim”.
She says she needs more time,
To get over this seemingly victimless crime.
She tells me she’ll only date Mr. Right.
But how do you tell?There’s no shining light.
No neon-lighted sign that points the way.
No guy exists that will definitely stay.
This world has a tendency to lead people astray.
There’s no more time for brooding.
Put away the photos, no more deluding.
Comb your hair, Jump in the shower.
Your guy is waiting at the door with a flower.
-Blackrose95
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