and not knowing, thought you had placed it.
But it wasn't you.
Protestant.
Hater of Friday's fish.
I saw your beautiful hedgerow,
and his pretty baby pink's,
replaced by rows of drooling senile heads.
Then i cried.
I heard the careful words of two good sons,
one your mediocre, one your Jesus.
I was listed as joy and laughter.
Then i smiled.
What was to be done?
but wear my best dress,
be on my best, and refuse to say Amen?
We sung, "Abide With Me", for your hymn.
And in my sleep, we spoke,
just how we know how.
You told me i would fail...
i always wanted to do you proud.