Some more serious than others,
May humbleness be imbued
And your past left to rest
God is the light, protector and slate cleaning best.
I lived in terror when growing up
But loved by a loving Nan, Yiayia we called her in Greek
Looking at her beautiful face made life less bleak.
God is my light
He brought Angels down to perfect,
Angst, nerves which attempted to be instilled
My words could not be directed to the parental path
There are wise words to aiming to hear
God is your cornerstone, his story is worthy to endear.
You can hold his hand
You know it’s worthy of his time,
What’s done is done, no more hurt and no more pain
There is a spirit so cumbersome, he has put the lamb across the slain.
Jason
21st September 2022
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