If words are all I can do, I am not sure of what more there is to lose. For before now, this was nothing more than a muse; and then, there is nothing more to lose.
Vibrations heard from miles away.
Validation strong enough to make one stay.
Simply acknowledged by the words you say.
Understood through the wires through the sounds you relay.
Tones of truth leaving veils of dismay.
Seemingly, half truths are easier to portray.
Between space and sound passions ignite under a perfect disarray, quicker than water laps upon a bay…
Thoughts and hearts left out to flay…
The clock strikes with out delay soon off to slumber, and then on to another day.
Thank you Mom for not beating me as much as you probably wanted to.
Thank you for doing all that you could do.
Thank you for not doing any less and thank you for picking up the pieces to all of my mess.
I could never thank you enough nor will I ever know the full spectrum of your way of being tough.
I know it’s putting it mildly saying I made things rough.
Never could anyone replace your sort of love it is surely only available because you were sent from up above. I love you Mom.