Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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Jesus Mary Joseph

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Oct 19, 1960

Dear Mama,

Why don’t you write? I never hear from you anymore. Did you remember my birthday? It was last week. I am 10 yrs. old now. Auntie sent me a walking doll with long red hair, just like mine, except Hillarys hair is straight, not curly. Aunt Gwen gave me a teddy bear, it even has a zipper in it’s belly so I can make him fat or skinney. I like him skinney, but when I get mad I make him fat (ha, ha).

Nana says I should write you a letter even if you don’t write me. She says its the polite thing to do, I guess shes right but I sure wish you would write back. I wish you loved me. Why dont you love me anymore?

I HATE YOU!

I’m sorry, God, i didn’t mean it.. Mama can’t help it, shes sick.

I promise, I’ll be good from now on. I’ll pray for my mom

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For Tuesday read about when the slaves were freed.

Emancipation Proclaimation?

Samantha Anne Mallory

♥'s

Kenny S.


* Note: confess Mortal Sin on Fri. (4th commendment?) What will my Penance be? 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Marys, 1 Act of Contrition? A whole Rosary? Scrape table (UGH) for a week?

If I wait until Fri. and I die before my confession, will I still go to Hell, even if I’m sorry now?

--Samantha Anne Mallory
(crumpled note found in 1990
among important family documents)

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Copyright Jennifer Semple Siegel, 2008
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3 comments:

Peter said...

I am writing on behalf of Ben Wood.
Ben has recently started his own fiction story site called Army of Puppets.
http://www.armyofpuppets.com

London Accountant said...

This is the first time I've come across your blog. I like this a lot. Do you usually use symbols and formatting in this way in your poetry? I find it adds a whole different feel to the poem, capturing a kind of writing poised somewhere between prose, poetry, and picture. I guess in this particular poem it mirrors your time traveller's poised position between times and states of being!

Igloo said...

Emotive, impacting writing.