Sweetness

Just a span of breathing,
A few years of time,
Sweetness was my Momma,
She gave to me, just mine.

No one else, I allowed,
To see what she had given.
Would they understand,
And see the heart she lived in?

She let me see her tender,
How she could love so strong.
I saw how ugly faded,
Confessing she was wrong.

I've learned, I do not wish to judge,
Expending hatred's fears.
The good and right she tried to live,
I'm washed by all those tears.

I would just like to gift,
Those in my heart's reach,
A bit of Momma's sweetness,
And place it on your cheek.

Raine Les 5/7/2008

That was sweet.

nice sharris

Sweet write!