I hope the sun is shining on your face and you’re breathing deeply
wherever you ended up after I cut you out
of my life all those years ago.
Despite the vitriol I spit when I speak
of you, I still hope you’re happy.
I pray your newfound joy lasts
and your new family doesn’t abandon you
like you abandoned my siblings and me back in 2017.
I still remember when you left for one of the Carolinas
to meet your new husband’s Children, not even bothering
to tell me when you’d return, but still citing your shiny new
chance to “fix your mistakes”– the ones you made raising me.
I yearn for you to thrive even when I don’t believe
you deserve to bloom.
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