Yesterday

I think about you all the time And every day I try not to cry

So much has happened to me

After the day that you died

But I remember all of your pedagogy

All of these traumas are still hard to take in I remember your beautiful smile And how never once I heard you resist.

When things begin to get so hard and I’m finding it difficult to stay explicit, I just kneel and pray, then hope it gets easier

It usually works out.

A Gentlemen and a Scholar

And how you fought for your sanity

Now in the arms of God

God Know Best 💫