Dear God
Dear God, its me…
and my name
isn’t Margaret.
I’m the one, who hit
my brother over the head
with the butt of my gun -
the three-year old, dressed
as Annie Oakley?
Remember? … the red
cowgirl outfit, with white
fringe…Yeah, that was me,
thank you
for remembering.
Well, God, I just wanted
to thank you for a few
things, like the ability
to pee. You might
not know, how
much that means to me
and probably
I don’t
thank you
often enough
for everything you do
for me, so this
is just to
let you know about
things that might not
be obvious …
and by the way
thank you for
that beautiful, young man,
you allowed me to meet,
yesterday.
(the student from CSU)
It was nice of you to make
sure he was there, at Starbucks
to watch my car, when I
absolutely had to park
in the red zone.
Ok, talk to you, soon.
Your friend, always,
Deborah Russell,
2005
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