Three weeks without a call
or a visit or even a letter
from Mama, and we give up.
Maybe she forgot about us,
or maybe she doesn’t
want us anymore, but it’s
just easier to think that
we don’t need her, seeing as
Aunt Bee is our mama now.
Aunt Bee would make
a good mama. We’ve found out
she can cook nearly everything
Gran’s ever cooked, except with
a little more salt, and she buys
me new art supplies when my
old ones run out, and she takes us
shopping for new school clothes.