outline the task an outline of one’s life the thought a drawing of one’s past why would he want to remember the dark and dingy cobwebbed corners filled with skeletons of flies why would he want to remember a drunken father and
91 she doesn’t sleep Monday nights claims Tuesday she has chores to be done that was when she was 31 many many moons ago every Tuesday or was it Thursday sheets & towels dust & vac clean out the frig there’s always something smelling
i will protect you i will protect you my darling my love i will carry all burdens so that you have none rest your head when you are weary have no fear of the dark i will stand watch your beauty reflects in my eyes your warm nature
whistling dixie she had a song in her heart she just could spit out the words wouldn’t form the lyric didn’t rhyme she forgot the chorus but didn’t mind spent her day in a flowered field dreaming of birds bees and tumble weeds
the verge on edge does one enter the darkened glen at dusk knowingly that night will soon follow that the moon’s light won’t filter through the limbs the ground hard and cold will not comfort night sounds will louden while one’s voice will silence courage
failure is not an option she with insight in her eyes understands the grand nature of what lies ahead daily toils and struggles to survive attacks from predators jealous her stature her view from the sky she only wishes to pass on her awareness