Did I leave ?
Did it go?
I guess I had always been this way-
Buy joy with your breathe-
With the strength of purpose each day that I haven't had for a while,
I let my self to just glow where the current leads.
Loss passion-
Beat myself to walk down the road I had created with a smile -
Though I wear it not -
This day I was happy and felt beautiful inside and out.
What awaits a man gives room for joyous days of good feeling,
Smashes you when you wouldn't recognise.

She had loved the lord without reserve. Loved her husband without reserve.
Suffered the rejection of her love,
borne the load to the grave.
Never was she relieved .
She loved her child and wanted more.
She lost many but still hoped ,hope she shared alone with her spirit ,spite and pain. she did find comfort in her child , was she satisfied with the return of events in the life of her child?
she prayed her soul out,forgot about herself,she asked for every other soul on earth like compassionate hearts do...
Till her death she never stopped loving.
Her nature didn't allow much of friends because she was a black and white woman. She will always be loved by her only child.
All things come alike to all

I'm sorry son
My days are far gone
Noon and night closing in
Sunshine always on the show
Words few
But mentioned are the workings of the mind and lips
Which comes first or never shows up
Is lost to the train station of rumbling tasks.
How could that ever be the reason?
What do I for?
The end isn't earning
The end isn't enthralling
The end spelled in a moment's fault of mind
Whispered through the tech of things
Willed I brokenness of heart
I lose
It shall never be a gain
To say my name
To say your name
But how we do end for my fault sake
Will ever be my nightmares
We do owe the souls and beats of dearests plus of the race
The fortitude to be honest,
To be there,
To be whom we have to be.
I write thee not for the sake of time lap
But for the future, i have a God play his desires
And I the mortal go blank almost all the time
I the mortal wouldn't learn what mortal can do or should do
Or how inappropriate things could be
I am sorry son
My mails will be yours for eternity if we chose to tarry in pleasant distance.

Yours sincerely