mourning again
I keep being surprised
I realize this is because my expectation are what my parents mom and dad mommy and daddy
set me up to believe to live as if law
they did not know what was to come of this earth
of this home we live in
they could not see how these ideals were shattered even as they tried to instill them as prophecy as truth into their four children
babes at breast we drank what we needed
I fed it to my own children truths I felt were a given
shattered like a fine crystal goblet
how do we live because I do still yet again keep on living
how do we live even as we continuously wake to the mourning