June 10, 2006 - Saturday
| In this vessel of life I have carried all of you inside me. What makes the salt of your tears and the brain that imagines my end . You don;t know us very well My favorite color isn't yellow and I secertly hate flowers and nursery rhymes. He wanted to be cowboy but he settled to be a cotton farmer. We will watch you all and know you better someday. Some of you will fight and some of you will write either way your hearts will break even if you don;t know it. You will carry eachother in this year. As all I can do is lay now and watch the sunshine peak through the vertical blinds. My babies, your memories of me will nurture you and hold you when you can't hug me Remeber them, I didn't say that for nothing. Written: June 10, 2006 |
No comments:
Post a Comment