I want to get a band of ink sewn into my skin that reads:
Willing to stand in the hurricane,
Because on most days
I need to be reminded to stay brave.
I have a scarf, black, with white daisies
Given by the mother of my father to my mother
And on some days, I wrap it 'round my wrist
So I don't forget the pain she endured
And the smile she planted on her face
This is not a poem.
Willing to stand in the hurricane,
Because on most days
I need to be reminded to stay brave.
I have a scarf, black, with white daisies
Given by the mother of my father to my mother
And on some days, I wrap it 'round my wrist
So I don't forget the pain she endured
And the smile she planted on her face
This is not a poem.