and I loved her.
A Navy wife,
she raised three boys,
the middle child, my mother married.
Her name was Loretta,
and she was beautiful.
Bittersweet smile,
the kindest disposition.
She would've done anything for me.
Her name was Loretta,
and she loved me.
I watched a single tear,
plump and perfect slide down her cheek,
at the end of one of our vacations.
Her name was Loretta,
and her body grew so frail.
She wore a back brace,
and slept with me when I visited,
nevermind the pain.
Her name was Loretta,
and I didn't understand.
The hankerchiefs and the wigs.
I was scared to embrace her,
and can't forgive myself.
Her name was Loretta,
and I still miss her.
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