God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Allright?
What is allright?
Is it Webster’s definition?
Is it the dread of closing your eyes? Laying awake all night?
Is it the reality of contrition?
“How are you? Are you allright?”
Does anyone ever expect an honest answer to that?
“Oh yes everything is fine…great…the day is bright.
What about “It sucked. I can’t get through another day. I’m trapped.”
Oh sure…that’s not politically correct.
God forbid you say the wrong thing.
Your crazy…not right in the head…a mental defect.
When tragedy befalls a person do people think you can sing?
Let’s see…how about this little ditty “La La La she’s dead”.
Or how about this one “She ain’t coming back no more no more”.
It’s been 2 years. My grief isn’t receding it’s now over my head.
Get on with living they say. Shouldn’t that depend on what life has in store?
Is it okay to think “Do I want to?”
Is that allright?
Is it Webster’s definition?
Is it the dread of closing your eyes? Laying awake all night?
Is it the reality of contrition?
“How are you? Are you allright?”
Does anyone ever expect an honest answer to that?
“Oh yes everything is fine…great…the day is bright.
What about “It sucked. I can’t get through another day. I’m trapped.”
Oh sure…that’s not politically correct.
God forbid you say the wrong thing.
Your crazy…not right in the head…a mental defect.
When tragedy befalls a person do people think you can sing?
Let’s see…how about this little ditty “La La La she’s dead”.
Or how about this one “She ain’t coming back no more no more”.
It’s been 2 years. My grief isn’t receding it’s now over my head.
Get on with living they say. Shouldn’t that depend on what life has in store?
Is it okay to think “Do I want to?”
Is that allright?
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