Simple Me

I’ll bang on this blasphemy. Who’ll hang for this. Breath.

Like I hung on your every word. Till I leapt.

Found no fool to catch. One.

While the ignorant wept.

But all who knew better. Done worse so they. Crept...

In a Sin full Sea.

Oh look it’s me.

Again.

The last to know.

Guess you all sent letters.

Gave your regards. Let someone else say better.

And off you go.

Did I agree?

My pleas. Deaf ears find faster.

Yet still I can’t get. Past Her...

Back to thee.

Now that I’ve had my turn.

I did no better I see. So.

A simple thing. Sat down on my knee.

I Paint her a picture of hope. Filled with crap she won’t see.

Be happy for that. I explain. Because once you do. You Can’t unsee.

But come with the grays. Many beneficial ways. To be thankful. For less could be found with ease.

All is Beautiful. 20/20 sights like these.

I feel all parents would agree.

In hindsight. Sympathy’s symphony.

“Some much that I knew to be has left and gone away you see. So lucky for the loves I’ve lost. So thankful that are paths did cross. Creating this.” (My child) And My blissful smile.