The legacy I leave behind.
This history of words that emerge from my mind,
These lines that I write, would be so untrue,
The way I can right them, is to assure you:
Although in these times fear seeps in and takes over
I’ll give her a treat, and she’ll eat and roll over.
Don’t worry my friends, my sisters I love,
Although there is sorrow there’s so much more love;
And no matter what, that burns brighter than sadness
There’s such humble optimism in this madness.
I picture sweet rabbits that hop ‘cross the glen,
Or that they’ll house the homeless by selling Big Ben,
And these traumas that haunted me since I was ten,
Will resolve themselves so I can giggle again.