I was born to goodly parents –
I know I have been told.
Excellent but not quite perfect –
almost as good as gold.
I was born to goodly parents –
I know I have been told.
Excellent but not quite perfect –
almost as good as gold.
Life is messy, life gets hard
sometimes you don’t want to press on.
How will you ever make it
when you don’t feel strong?
Here are a few words
of encouragement for you
because you do have what it takes
to help you make it through.
Because she’s a part of you –
tough enough to raise her children all alone.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to leave and set out on her own.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to give birth while rain flooded the Green.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to start her family at seventeen.
So you see – you will succeed.
Look behind you –
They are walking with you.
Reach inside you –
they are a part of you.
Heartache will come your way
but you will make it through the day –
because you’re already tough enough.
Theworldiscrowded,
withnotalotofspace.
Ithoughttomyself,
HowcanIconservespace?
Whatcanbemypart
Totakeuplessspace?
Thisismysolution,
Tonotwastespace.
Wanttojoinme
Andsavesomespace?
I know who you are
at least, what is shown.
You are the shining star
who let her stand alone.
You do not know me,
though you think you do.
You know what you can see –
Want to see what I think of you?
You took the role of teacher
you felt it needed to be done.
But we don’t need a preacher
looking after everyone.
It appears your roots cause shame
by your condescending nod
toward your family name.
You distance yourself from the odd.
When you look in the mirror
surely, you can see traces of her.
But when she reached to be nearer
you extended a lecture.
I realize this is just you
and you’re not at all bad.
There are just some things you do
that make me a little sad.
When younger, I can remember,
Playing outside in the summer.
Climbing trees, running through the hose,
Fighting imaginary foes.
I kinda like you
maybe a little bit.
Okay, maybe a whole lotta
I’m not afraid to admit.
Yes, I have listened to the news,
The world’s problems get me down, too.
People loving people, then changing their minds,
A lot of hurt is happening all the time.
I almost hit caroljones today.
not on purpose – I think.
I turned the corner
and there she was, walking to work.
The mirrors face each other
And when I look into one I can see
An illusion of forever
A reminder of eternity.