Bernie

Times that brought her, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of autumn, to let others condone, that passing disease, of a broken home, more than any daughter, she'll do what's needed, holding her laughter, love seeps around her, it reaches her knees. like broken water, a used loading stone, she stands by the sea, swears she'll never atone, for matters corporate, she knows what she's leaving, stuff fought over, fixated or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if anyone cares, s life isn't easy.