Find Me Where
Hands folded on the bed
Tonight's prayers have been said
Scrubbed face, shampooed hair
Each night you'll find me there.
If you should come by day
The easy chair is where I stay
I have trouble on my feet
So please come in, have a seat
Music plays, anything but rap
My last project in my lap
Needlepoint Bible covers
They will be my father's & mother's
If.you.ask where lives my heart
My last.flame did depart
I'm not ready to try again
Please sit down, be my friend.
Right now my home is The Soup!
Mar. 14,, 2016
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