The house has become
Surfeit with shadows
Mom sleeps
Soundly
Can I tell you I'm afraid?
Afraid she won't wake up.
We are told that perfect
Faith casts out fear
~
It isn't my faith that fails
~
I'm afraid she won't know
How much I really love her.
And the darkness pools
Around the floors under our
Heavy antique furniture
~
I believe somewhere on a
Plane of them
There's a fingerprint of their
Craftsman, long dead.
~
There is solice in knowing that
When she finally dies
(And she will)
her
Fingerprints
Will
Be
Left
On
ME
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
The house has become
Surfeit with shadows
Mom sleeps
Soundly
Can I tell you I'm afraid?
Afraid she won't wake up.
We are told that perfect
Faith casts out fear
~
It isn't my faith that fails
~
I'm afraid she won't know
How much I really love her.
And the darkness pools
Around the floors under our
Heavy antique furniture
~
I believe somewhere on a
Plane of them
There's a fingerprint of their
Craftsman, long dead.
~
There is solice in knowing that
When she finally dies
(And she will)
her
Fingerprints
Will
Be
Left
On
ME
Feeling such compassion for my mom. She's afraid to die... I'm
Feeling afraid, too.
Anyway, I'm going to try to
Get more rest.
G'night.
