Putz
To Baba, for loving me.
Putz
She laughed, sometimes
Made me smile, a lot
Raged, sometimes
Made me run for the hills, occasionally
She called me “Putz”, sometimes
We used to talk, a lot
Cry together, sometimes
Play Yahtzee, occasionally
The Cancer took her away
The smoking made her cough
But it made me cry
It got into her lungs
And into my heart
She used to call me Putz,
My Baba,
I had to say goodbye to her
I didn’t want to
I wanted to laugh, and be raged at, and cry together
But she smoked
And then they took her away
Maybe if I wasn’t such a Putz,
I could have talked her out of smoking
In time?
I didn’t mind being a Putz
Because she loved me,
Used to sing “My little sunshine” to me
And I used to think
More like “My little Putz”
She had such a warm smile
She knew so much
And then she got taken away
Your Putz misses you.
Written at 10:52 pm on 01/09/2015.
© L.J. Slaferek
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