I look at my mother, and tears well. She is a warrior emerged from battle, And it sometimes saddens me that- She still wears her armour when the war is long over. I’ve watched half of her battles, Seen her on the frontline- Taking in the arrows for those behind. I’ve watched her detach them,Continue reading “The war is over ma”
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Life we’ll have
Road gets smoother as we leave the city,the suburbs green and flashyHow was our life beforeHand held in yours,my dreams in your palmMy life in that knapsack on my lap“I got you”velvety smooth ringing in my earsa raft I need when I’m sinkingFarther we draw from my pastthe dirt, the tears, the povertyCloser I drawContinue reading “Life we’ll have”