momma had a relationship like the sun did with the sky
there was a point when it was up in the sky
high and mighty
bright and beautiful
and there were times when dark clouds covered it
and there was a time
when the sun sunk into the ocean
kissing the horizon goodbye
but momma never got a kiss goodbye
hell
she didn't even get a goodbye
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
