I liked it when there was an Us. When there were two. Some things were my area. Some were up to you. You picked the costumes. You always knew what to wear. Even if you sometimes had to spend some time choosing. Telling me, how you had no idea, what you were wearing to work. I always liked how you looked, no matter what you chose. I might have messed with you about it, just because that's my way. But, the truth is I never cared much about what you decided to wear. As long as you were with me, whenever we got there. I miss when there was an Us. When there were two. It's not much fun, now that there's only one. I suppose it's easier for you. When you go home there's still two. Maybe not another like me, but a daughter,, and a granbaby too. I wonder sometimes if you even realize, how lucky you are to have them there. I miss when there was an Us. When there were two. I could go home, and sit in my chair. Listen to you, telling me about your day. And then, I'd listen to you tell it to your Mom, again. I miss when there was an Us. When there were two. It's not much fun, now that there's only one. But, that's all done now. I'll find a way to get by, somehow. I always have, and I guess I will this time too. Still, I miss when there was an Us. When there were two. >
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