Lessons From Heaven
I stopped glowing
from the age of heaven
and hell taught,
I wasn't ready,
and it scared me.
I was focused
after school
on 50 cent pieces
for the lollies
Mother reached in
her orange purse
for those silver coins
I didn't
know
of the devil
and even God,
Us kids,
never went to church
but had lessons
in a backroom,
I loved Easter,
decorating
those eggs.
It was delightful
and magical.
Live shouldn't
be fear-ful,
there's enough
of gritty
violence
as it is....
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