Different from ALL

Bit of by my backyard; mossy prickly
Uneven to some, shaping, roughing
These are the tactics of my faith
I wrestle the loss of my father
As this foliage unfolds
If I could just tuck until spring
Until summer, maybe, maybe
His death will not feel so involved
Reason will know yes
For yes is who he wants me to be

Happy thanksgiving, many blessings most of all health and peace to all, thank you for following my words xo!

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