My Mom's Little Friends by NC

My mom had a friend with a hollow

metal head his name was Pointy

and he could leave you dead,

he was made by a company with the best

of intentions,

but he could cause horrors that I need not mention,

My mom would wake up with a shake and a shiver,

She'd reach over grab Pointy for the joy he'd deliver

Pointy had a Friend my mom liked even more,

His name was yellow but most called him raw,

Point and yellow worked together as a team,

If you were friends with them both you could live in a  dream,

One day yellow was a little too strong,

My mom told Pointy "hey something is wrong"

I never got to ask her what Pointy had said,

Because the needle and heroin left my mother dead on 01-09-2000

Five days before my birthday.

R.I.P.

Mom

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