Little Jo

Wishing for my old self.

     

         Little  Jo

 

She runs in the wind, and

I run in the car.

 

She prays on her knees, and

I lay me down.

 

She laughs!

I cry.

 

She dreams!

I dread…

 

She writes poetry and music.

I write school notes and excuses.

 

She giggles!

I smile.

 

She wiggles!

I creak…

 

She hopes and prays.

I just pray.

 

Lordy I need her to come back . . .

 

-Jo-

March 10, 1991  9:25 p.m.

San Antonio, TX