I am thankful that words are immortal,
That we leave something behind when we go,
Some things our people can touch and read and understand.
I am thankful for the too many words I sometimes write,
Ignoring and forgetting the rules they tell us good writing needs,
When emotion and honesty are what makes the writing good.
And perhaps it’s writing that makes us good, that mends our souls
To keep us together in our hardest hours, to pull us away from evil,
And perhaps it’s writing that mends the grief of those we leave behind.
R, 17/03/2017, 17:27