Stressful four weeks, once his ancestor pillar hurried
back to what they called their home
disappointed you got not one to own.
Rented in good memories and little fights
With somebody else to hold onto,
Suddenly ignored into flame flakes
The clear sky igniting grey in blue.
And then they wonder why his face would blue
As he see the moonbeam,
He finds himself whole begone.
So I think he let slid through
the seventh day of Christmas lighting
Where he was too young to know his present
would never fail to wrap around the lightening days
With pillars around like a summer sun before the autumn fades,
Building a castle of heart in his self.
I reach out for the white stacks in a place
where you had first worked to learn about stock marketing
You talk about the value in 1 dollar alone changing a life
Looking back to the meaning of time as it went ahead,
or was it that the life came too late to move forward?
He gave me a paper print that nobody had to know,
and I kept it safe, by writing his name down
And I decided at that moment what worth in material was:
The giving to a loved one, without pain or plan.
Though, All I could pick to do was your carving
in a leaf that fell in season, and I had to
Let it blow through the rumbling hail
hoping it would bring the yellow back.
But you waft your thoughts
with frost that your shoulders carried
from the early stages of meltdown.
The same shoulders that carried her, she wondered
'No, I would rather become his weightlifting fairy',
than the burdening label of responsibility.
So there she begin , making a long note
thrusting away all the mind laws
that pulled her back to memories of
what she remembered was truly important.
.....
He took her in trusted arms
Rocked her while telling stories when
'Once upon a time' was exciting than anything
in the world, where she was his only princess.
When your seven year old eagerly listened to
the king and queen's victories u flipped into the story
in reward for her questions and smiles.
When you gifted a magical weapon to fight
villains that come to ruin the pleasant tale.
And I hid it under our pillows, drowsy but wary.
Prepared for war anytime, with both my soldiers
