When we were small,. I used to call you Tomboy. The years have flown. Since you were known as Tomboy. . No made-up face, no fancy lace. Pigtails in your hair.
Take my life. What's my life like?. What's my work like?. How do I pass time?. . Open my eyes so I might see mine. So I'll be with mine. No matter what it takes.
Surely there is. No substitute for company. My mom's ripping off her hands. . One flake at a time. All her children left the house. And left her all alone.