"The Hands That Shaped Me"
Food for thought,
Fuel to feel,
& promises of Gods love
In return for righteousness
...You fed me when I was famished,
My third eye was found in your souls glow,
Jubilant & juvenile,
You mixed love & wisdom into
My compound, before I began to set...
And, once hardened,
You chiseled the chips off my shoulders &
Inscribed inspiration in my mind,
Then, with your last effort,
You forced me to learn
Forgiving, understanding, & how to let go
...Even your mistakes taught me &
Helped me grow,
Now that you are gone,
I miss you more than even I know.
Bsomb4