Please peace for my son
Happiness. A joy all his own.
                  Hope.

How much of the truth
must be missing
before it is seen as a lie?
You can bathe it and dress it
Maybe make it smell nice
But, a pig always lives in a sty

every day i wish
that my parents would have given me away when i was a baby
cause that would mean
i would‘ve been adopted
by parents
who want to have child
to love it
and not
to abandon it
or destroy
it’s tiny soul

Sing the songs
of saints and soldiers,
ring the bells
of boys and men,
hum the hymns
of weeping mothers,
who've lost all they had
but heart and pen.

Two days gone
Pushing forward into the darkness.
Felt like minutes
But, in those minutes, I’m supposed to live  
Enough for a lifetime.