Saturday, June 10, 2017

for the weekend

five shots fired
who are you to break the silence of the night with your wrath
and who am I to take offense
as the deer run
as the dogs bark
as my mother tosses in her sleep
wishing she were already gone and with my father
passed from this world
probably fishing with Johnny Cash
hoping and wishing for a better outcome for us all
as I lay in my bed
pining for better days
knowing they may not come
holding tight to my dog
realizing I am loved
and that it is ok

and it will be ok