apple pie

I lay

our bed time ritual

"stroke my head" he said

how wonderful, and I did

"i love her" he shared

I sighed and smiled a yes

I thought of us both

cast off

for conversations of hedgehogs

the flattering of strangers

its easier I guess

the turning away of a 4 year old boy

for the acceptance of one never to be met again

palmed off with bubbly aukwardness

and yes

I am glad

that in my own mixed up way

that loyalty runs through me

that I can never turn away

from those met

and that I accept

the darkness

and see truth

hard this for those who hide in the company of strangers

under the wing of life

yes

tis your way

to focus on other things

to run from discomfort

im glad to share with yon lad

the complications of the fickle world

to know

faults and foibles

are what makes the world so pretty

I love the light

for the shadows can dance

there is nothing more heart warming

than seeing the dancing of shadows

the honesty of there being

and the acceptance

of themselves

flatter to deceive

broke adam unto eve

and tickled my ribs

tickled my ribs

nothing was truth

and all was fibs

a half truth

is a full lie

and I would rather eat apple pie