It screamed MUCH louder.
Who cares?
It's absolute April!
The month I burst onto this Earth
The 8th day is my day.
Seven days from this day.
Some folk rile why I make such a big deal
About my day. My month.
My parents suffered through four stillborns before me
I was their last chance
And I arrived on time, April 8, at 4:37 in the morning.
I all ready knew I had things to start and do
Even through rough times after my mom's death
When I was 13, to my dad's final months in 2001
Wanted. Loved. That's what I was.
Makes memories of the spanks not too bad.
Fast forward to now-2009
With American Idol tonight. Megan Joy should be sad at night's end
Along with a Who Cares? on the sinkful of dishes
It is still April--my month.
Diamond is my birthstone
The ring, my dad gave me on my 31st birthday proves that
Sure, things could always be better.
And they will.
What you see is temporary
What you don't see is eternal
Wanted. Loved. That's what I was
And still am
Blessed
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