remembrance                              August 9, 2016
gladly i would trade my sleep
to be wrong
but i know i feel true about you

you will fade in my heart
and i will have no choice
but to forget
what i cannot forgive
already your voice
won’t come to my ears

and there will be a day
you are dying in prison
that you traded the best gift
god placed in your hands
for five hundred dollars
and the favor of false friends
and facebook followers
for they will turn on you
and forget you
while i remember
and pray to be wrong
about you

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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