A TRIANGLE OF WRISTS AND FISTS  (PT !)

A TRIANGLE OF WRISTS AND FISTS PT.1
(Why would we care?)

I thought about my mother today. I wondered if she is still alive.
She would be Seventy-nine years old in July. A couple months, right?
It doesn't matter.
She's gone'
She left my father-
The greatest man in the world
many many years ago,--------
(O.K. , thats's  another story}
My grandmother died of a stroke at the age of seventy-seven.
So... who is to know..........
Why would I care?
My existence on such a simple Sunday holiday
will always echo indifference, why wouldn't it?
Why would you care if my mother is alive?