Photo credit: Santi Vedrí
…………………..sorry I can’t remember, all your names,
I just can’t remember, you—your face:
—there were many wise souls; I did not know,
Who knew the game, some was young and some was old,
of the streets and how money flow;
yet, “I am thankful for the abc, math’s, algebra, english and history!
the memories of junior high had not sit well with me,
those years I was trouble, the path I took had deceived me;
took me away from my greatest dream,
life seems hard to succeed in the loneliness of me;
thankful to mama, the village who taught me;
love and forgiveness was the greatest key:
that was the first lessons of my abc; the golden rule to be truthful,
own up to what I do, mind my own business, focus and be true to me!
“memories fade of the lessons you had taught me!”
shame had brought me to my knees; to forgive and love more,
the inner me: I am more grateful cause now I can see,
“that I had almost made it in life—great, so it seems!”
I am thankful—you step back and allowed me to dream;
to see the lessons I needed to bloom; to flourish in me!