My mother sits and talks.
She explains to me our loss.
She explains the things which are wrong.
She explains how our road is coming along.
I've understood these things,
but the way she explains it, my eyes now sting.
I wanted to pour down unto my silver ring,
but something was telling me not to... Something.
               Words...
Though at first I wished to bawl,
To lay down on my bed and crawl,
To hold my favorite pillow tight in a ball,
I listened to a comforting Voice above all.
The first few moments, my head was stuck.
I was at frist in a confusion of a muck.
I though my hopes had lost some luck.
And then the next day new feelings had struck.
               Words...
Hope, refurbished and now realized.
I can be better than what was in my clouded eyes.
Everything can have its lows and highs.
I choose the highs rather than a suffering demise.
Oh! What am I saying? It wasn't that bad.
I guess from mixed emotions that I had
My feelings went from bad, and felt admitably sad.
               Words...
I will eventually be fine.
I just have to have a few days, some time.
Everything that happens plays somehow right.
Maybe not now, nor in some "fortnight".
But eventually it will be a stepping stone.
A lesson learned, something to own.
Something that is worthy-prone,
at least in some bit to my life along.
               Words...
Small things, big things, things above all.
I like to look at them as things that evolve
into being a part of my lifes "bulliten wall".
Something that turns into things of awe.
It's truely amazing how events can be;
turning into being who I can be.
Sometimes I have to open up doors so I can see,
and in the end, it is part of me.

-KLW