Sixty Stories A Letter From Mom
A plastic bag hangs on the door knob: A makeshift garbage can.
You left yesterday at four o' clock. At least, that was your plan.
You should know by now that we can work it out.
You spent last summer in a big straw hat.
I like to think of those times.
You sat on a lawn chair in the living room, a cooler full of good things.
You should know by now that we can work it out.
A plastic bag hangs on the door knob: A makeshift garbage can.
I'll leave this letter in your room in hopes you'll read it when you come home.
You should know by now that we can work it out.
