God I'm just gasping and crying and can't help thinking about you Momma ... spring here ... cool but oh the Redbuds are beautiful. So are the orange blossoms next door. And those little, little shy flowers we used to talk about ... they're everywhere now.
I just ... don't understand ...
O God
It hurts it hurts it hurts
O God
O Momma
O God
Well
I'm off to visit you and pray Vespers Momma ... then ... if there's light ... I'm going to get Spooky ... and we're going to visit ... oh the Rollers and S Pittsburgh and N Urbana ... your old places Momma ... and mine ...
Oh God I miss you so
OH God I do thank you for Momma
And I do by Your Grace accept that this is the way it has to be but O
I do miss you so Momma
O God
I love you MOmma
I love you Lord Jesus
I love you
Charles Delacroix
EAster Friday
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