Hey, PopsA Story by MehamehaSon's words to his Dad
You know what, Pops? This is the first time I ever saw you lying down. Most of the time it was asses and elbows, asses and elbows, you remember that, Pops? Matter of fact I think Ma told you, you better slow down.
And Richie, oh, Richieboy, he is just like you. Sharper than a Sunday morning razor. His teacher says he could be a fighter pilot. So Pops, I just wanted to say I am sorry for all the times I was too busy to call ya' and I know it must have been tough to raise a headstrong bag of cats like me, but you did alright. Guess all that bell ringin' made my ears work, so no worries, Pops. I finally heard ya'. Hey, I just realized this is the first time you didn't interrupt me. Guess you like what you're hearin'? Anyway, Ma's been cryin' yeah, really cryin'. You should see her. Don't worry, I got the neighbor Helen checkin' on her. And we got everything done just the way you wanted. Nothin' fancy, tasteful, no unwanted associates if you know what I mean. Ma don't ever need to know. So I hope you are pleased 'cause I don't want no midnight visits from you. Ok Pops, hope to see you soo... I mean well someday. They did a good job with ya'. I'm gonna miss ya', Pops. The hearse is brand new. You are the first one. You know what, Pops, I never said this but, I Lo.. Lo.. You're alright, you were ... Bye, Pops.
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2 Reviews Added on April 22, 2017 Last Updated on April 24, 2017 Tags: repressed displacement AuthorMehamehaHonolulu, HIAboutClassical guitarist, short story writer, woodworker, disabled in wheelchair. Today I return to homelessness. 5/16/17 more..Writing
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