My Mom

I long to hear dishes clashing
Smells of mother's cooking
Her laughter fills the air
With her humorous flare.

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My Master

He who carries me drops me all

the time

Am I too heavy for you Lord

Is my burden too much

for you to handle

Must I always be shown

and given dispair

Do you think that is

fair

Whatever the price I am

to pay for all the wrongs

in my life that I have or may

have bestowed onto others

Worth all the grief

I am to endure

Are you preparing me for

something, something I

cannot see

I have a better idea though Lord

why don't you let me be

I found this guitar in the garbage with the bridge and strings missing. You may be asking yourself why would I spend the money on having it repaired, well you see when I went to throw throw the garbage out I noticed this thing and a feeling came over me to take it, like it had a mind of it's own and wanted to belong to someone. No I'm not crazy...LOL. Just very intuitive. And I don't talk to it if you must know...LOL. I will be posting a picture of it soon.