I don't know when I wrote this, but it was certainly when my mother was still alive. It's her voice you hear in the words. This is probably the lightest of the "dark side" poems that I wrote with her as my muse.
Patience wears thin when in every waking moment purpose collides with result.
Love wears thin when in every waking moment reality breaks the dream
Understanding wears thin when in every waking moment I can't be heard
The hope for patience enough, a love so strong and an understanding so great lets me start each day a'new.
Never looking back, always looking forward to that day...
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