Whatever happened
        With shortening?
Haven't seen it in any kitchen
          Or recipe, in
Fourty-five years

My friends see ugly.
Or stated you weren't all that cute.
Their opinions didn't matter because I saw you.

I saw the personality within you.
I see a smile that's joyful and so cute.
Believe me, I saw you.

The depth of your tender loving side stands out to me.
Could care less if others refuse to see your inner beauty.
Many see the outside and try to impress others without ever loving that certain one.

It's done simply for appearances to impress.

When their looks fade?
Will, they soon feel the same way?

In front of Guadalupe
Remembering my sins

But also praying for the workers
My newfound Mexican friends

Guadalupe wearing green
Candles below aglow

The night is dark and black
No rain. No hail. No snow.

It had to be poetry
Exactly why I don't know.

But my brother Scott could see it.
And I love him so.

                   Protection!

Sometimes you love people
By living with them

Sometimes
By letting them go

In Seattle and in Dublin
Softly falling snow

I am religiously intense
But truly I don't know

I doubt we survive death
I am quite frightened so

I pray for courage and endurance
My family.  Ay yay yo!