when I am gone.....
..it will be in a blaze of heroic glory, as I have always dreamed about.
..people will regard my memory as highly as I would like to think they will, or I thought they should.
..will my biologicals ever identify themselves.
..will my daughter understand how much I loved her.
..will she know that my true bloodline starts and stops with her.
..will I ever stop worrying about what people think of me.
..will there be enough people to plant me.
..will my mother remember me?....the way I hope she will.
..will my dad realize I found the letter to his girlfriend sophomore year?
..will my mom know I heard her crying.
I wonder if my sister knows I know she is sick, yet won't tell me.
I wonder if she thinks I don't care.
..will I pay for turning a deaf ear and a blind eye to my grandparents for treating my mother as though my dad had married down.
..I wonder if they know I found the adoption papers for my sister in sixth grade and never found mine, only to find out my sister burned them to prevent that very thing.
I wonder if my sister knows I know.
I wonder if she will know that I miss her.
I wonder how my daughter will remember me.
I wonder if the people I call my friends will know that I tossed a coin in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, and wished that I wouldn't have to wonder about this.
I wonder if all the things that I think make me great....really only make me peat moss.
..it will be in a blaze of heroic glory, as I have always dreamed about.
..people will regard my memory as highly as I would like to think they will, or I thought they should.
..will my biologicals ever identify themselves.
..will my daughter understand how much I loved her.
..will she know that my true bloodline starts and stops with her.
..will I ever stop worrying about what people think of me.
..will there be enough people to plant me.
..will my mother remember me?....the way I hope she will.
..will my dad realize I found the letter to his girlfriend sophomore year?
..will my mom know I heard her crying.
I wonder if my sister knows I know she is sick, yet won't tell me.
I wonder if she thinks I don't care.
..will I pay for turning a deaf ear and a blind eye to my grandparents for treating my mother as though my dad had married down.
..I wonder if they know I found the adoption papers for my sister in sixth grade and never found mine, only to find out my sister burned them to prevent that very thing.
I wonder if my sister knows I know.
I wonder if she will know that I miss her.
I wonder how my daughter will remember me.
I wonder if the people I call my friends will know that I tossed a coin in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, and wished that I wouldn't have to wonder about this.
I wonder if all the things that I think make me great....really only make me peat moss.

