After two years, I realize I have an existing blog

FOR MARCUS

Time, like sand

in my hand that slowly

breaks loose Never to

be picked up again.

Every bead a memory

of how we transgress

the physical realm

of this cruel world

we live in.

Time, like sand

in my hand that slowly

breaks loose Never to

be picked up again.

I know you understand

more than I do.

6/15/2011

Happy birthday Marcus. I will see you soon.

Love,

Mama