Letter Poem
By Jana Ogden

Mom,
It's been three years
And I can hardly remember you voice.
It used to echo through our house,
But that's long past.

Dad's already remarried,
I guess he need someone to look after him.
But I hate him for it anyway.

Mom,
I cut my hair, and
Died it black.
I try so hard not to look like you.
At least I don't sry when I look in the mirroe anymore.

Three years is a long time.
Sometimes I forget what it's like to have a mom,
And sometimes
I hate you for that.