Saturday, June 27, 2009
You scraped me up off drunken ground.
No other loved me or would.
You even reached out and hugged me.
Your head against mine felt quite good.
We tumbled together into life's chance.
Loneliness hurts and time is tight.
Night and day sometimes meet
to make a child of graceful light.
You've stood by me for 27 years.
Good God! You must be a saint.
Human with vaguely legal papers,
sometimes I'm normal or ain't.