Dad's words, like water, sometimes sting
But always nourish us.
It's not those words but selfless deeds
evoke what Eden was.
I'm humbled and surprised at times
What sacrifice he makes!
And yet I find myself in doubt—
I strive for striving's sake.
A nice boy's words I hear and think
This man can work and care.
But soon his ugly heart's revealed
No brokenness he bears.
My pride in being the "purer" one
disintegrates apart.
My body, though untouched for now,
contains an easy heart.
I'm sorry, Dad. Although I've yet
To behave like a whore
The precious heart you fought to guard
is hurt— who can restore?
nice! I feel like that a lot. I like "contains an easy heart"....well put Stelly :) Miss you.
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