March 5, 2021
March 5, 2021
Second Son
And I was
Second to arrive
No surprise
No one the wiser
Many years
Memories with her
The pure intent
Of an earnest soul.
Probably not easy
Not the best
No one's favorite
I was my own person.
Nonetheless
I made her proud
I've accepted her leaving
But feel the loss.
And I was
Second to arrive
No surprise
No one the wiser
Many years
Memories with her
The pure intent
Of an earnest soul.
Probably not easy
Not the best
No one's favorite
I was my own person.
Nonetheless
I made her proud
I've accepted her leaving
But feel the loss.