As a girl, I drew alot. Markers and crayons were the only things available. Mother
and father said "school is more important!! Get straight A's"...and disappoint them
I did not. But in doing so, I lost a part of me. I lost the markers, crayons and all the
little snippets of paper that I use to write lyrics on. Lyrics. "ahhh but my dear daughter
you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket" says my oh so adoring parents. So she went
Rolls upon rolls of film in my 110 camera....driving some of my family crazy with
the incessant snapping. So I stopped. For awhile.
I tell you all these things, not to complain, but to answer you. For you brought
all this beauty, my very heart and soul, back into my life. They won't grow up
and move away..
The joy is incredible, spectacular, radiant.
But my heart is hurting.
I miss you.
I know you feel bad
about some of the things
you said and did.
But I forgave you
all those things happened.
I get the feeling
that you're leaving
but coming back...
But I'm still crying
because whenever you leave,
You don't hug me
in the flesh.
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