Sally's oven is on highest heat
Shaken and baking the meat, a treat
All the trimmings set forth
Her bird's a rising north
The game ****'s glow knocked her off her feet

Logan Robertson

9/19/2019

My son, hear my pleas from heaven above me.
My heart is broken that you left at a young age.
May the Lord guiding you in heaven right now.
May he be looking out now for all of those.
That you love with an perfect love my son.
May your wife and children get extra blessings.
May he be protecting them with much tenderness.
May his light always shine on all that he loves.

The sun came down
Kissed the Earth good morning
Huged it with a warming
To help it on its way

Gave a gentle nudge
To guide it in it's spinning
Whispered here's to new beginnings
Calling it a day

What's another day
If you are still faraway.
What's a new night
If I don't feel alright.
Days become meaningless
Nights are ruthless.
Their good morning is an affront.
Your good night makes me potent.
A wee word
From your mouth
Could make my day
Stop abashing me
She or never
You  get it now?
If you are really clever.
Don't ask me who and how.

I dare say it
You are the moon
And no need for the upper moon
As long as you exist
You are the light of every lover
Your smile is my daily prayer
You are the earth's moon
That shines my heart
And makes me look smart.