Still breathing
Still waking to the sun
Still laughing at something
that has nothing to do with me
Still breathing
Still waking to the sun
Still laughing at something
that has nothing to do with me
In the soft curve of a mother’s hand on her child’s back
In a voice that holds warmth
In a love that does l wound.
And I wonder if that was ever possible for us
Or was I always meant to be
a lesson you never learned
A reflection that was too painful to bear
In the soft curve of a mother’s hand on her child’s back
In a voice that holds warmth
In a love that does l wound.
And I wonder if that was ever possible for us
Or was I always meant to be
a lesson you never learned
A reflection that was too painful to bear
It was your hands that buried us
Your words, your silence,
The years of breaking, mending, breaking again
Until all I could do was leave
before I shattered too
It was your hands that buried us
Your words, your silence,
The years of breaking, mending, breaking again
Until all I could do was leave
before I shattered too
I grieve you like a death
Though your heart still beats
Though your breath still rises and falls in your chest
Though somewhere, you are living as if I do not exist
I grieve you like a death
Though your heart still beats
Though your breath still rises and falls in your chest
Though somewhere, you are living as if I do not exist
It will not be retroactive.
Very glad I and others encouraged people to get their passports in the lead up to Trump’s inauguration.
Now hopefully this EO is defeated in court.
www.notus.org/whitehouse/t...
It will not be retroactive.
Very glad I and others encouraged people to get their passports in the lead up to Trump’s inauguration.
Now hopefully this EO is defeated in court.
www.notus.org/whitehouse/t...