What dead Catholic mothers leave in their fabric box
for their Adult children to find-
so that when you innocently go to find a piece of ribbon,
a) bust into tears thinking about how much she loved you,
and did you love her enough
for all this surprise love
she gives you even beyond the grave?
*I think I did?!!DID I????WAHHHH! MOM!!*
b) bust into tears thinking about how much she loved you,
and are you making sure
your own kids will find shit like this in your stuff
so the centuries of guilt can be passed on when you die?
*IM FAILING!!! WAHHH!! MOM!!*
welcome to my Monday.