Angles
The yellow flowers sit in the grass
the sun sets and I lay upon the ground covered in a hand nit quilt
the lights pop up and they big to move and swish
"Grandmother?"
I say and watch the lights move all about
they are the angles I know it I can tell
this is the truth that he does not want us to know
that these firefly's or lighting bugs
are those loved ones gone
they truly are...
the angles.
the sun sets and I lay upon the ground covered in a hand nit quilt
the lights pop up and they big to move and swish
"Grandmother?"
I say and watch the lights move all about
they are the angles I know it I can tell
this is the truth that he does not want us to know
that these firefly's or lighting bugs
are those loved ones gone
they truly are...
the angles.