My sweet Abby.
You don't know me anymore than I know you.
I was there. I was with you. Bugs, frogs Madagascar hissing roaches.
Who you are now, there is a part of me.
I will never forget you.
I am not what they say.
You, me all are subject to others. Memories are real and some are only relayed to us to sift through.
Reach out I will grab your hand.
Your life gave me life.
I hold tight.
Follow the second star on the right, straight on til morning.
Uncle Cary
No comments:
Post a Comment