the apology poem. by leah, shon, elliot, chandelle

Deer Mommy,
I know I'm not soposd to go in your room wen you not home.
but wen the babysiter fell asleep I got bord.
I know you always tell me to nock befor
I come in, but you wernt hom so I
just went in. After making sure all your
shoos fit right, I found this box. I thought
there would be more shoos in it but there
was onli stoopid magaseens. I think the
peeple in them were getting ready to take a
bath becus they had no cloths on. So wen
Nana came by, I asked her to reed them
to me wile i take a bath. Then she made
me go to bed.
love,
Suzi

p.s. sorry for blowing up all the baloons in
daddy's night stand.

Just a Thought...

I remember when I told you I hated you
I meant It.
Ever since that night
I’ve hated everything,
Everyone.
I remember sitting by the phone
My fingers tangled tighter than my shoe strings.
You didn’t call, even though you said you would.
I had made you a gift that day,
Fathers day was always so special to me.
To you.
I remember when mom stumbled through the door, around midnight.
I was still waiting,
So patient.
I asked when daddy was coming home.
Her stare was broken,
Broken into countless pieces.
Pieces to the puzzle that to this day remains unfinished,
Unsolved.
She still waits for you.
So patient.
Too patient.
Her breath raining that repulsive stench,
Vodka, whiskey, brandy,
Take your pick.
I won’t wait though.
Impatient you could say.
Impatient of cheaters.
Deserters.
Liars.
I’ll be fine though,
I’ve grasped enough rage to last an ice age.
It’s you I worry about.
What will you do when you wake up,
From your “new” life.
Your “better” life.
What will you do when you finally realize,
That when I told you I hated you,
I didn’t mean it.