Unconditional

by Traveler - Aries

Too much.  Can't do it all!
Too little.  Gotta cut costs.  Everyone. Tighten our belts.
Too bad.
Freeway doesn't help.
One more prick to pop the bubble (this one in a BMW).

Then I see Erin.
She shows me her picture.
It has flowers
and trees
and a place where all the animals go.

And she tells me I'm stinky.
And that mom says I'm lazy.
So I say, I do some things, right?
I'm good at something, right?

So she says, yeah.
I'm good at sleeping.
On the couch.
And snoring.  REAL good at snoring.
And I laugh.
And laugh some more.

And I hug her.
And call her my Little B.
And feel that I may burst with joy.
And for a moment, nothing else matters.

Reason for writing:

    Unconditional love can set you free.
Go give some; you won't regret it.
    

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-01-31 20:12:17
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:28
Poem ID: 59953

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