She said I was “bona fide”.
You know lady never lied.
She said I was, “one of us”.
No more need for feeling “plus”.
Just a core family member…
With a sock in December.
Wait while edicts trickle down.
Spread throughout our fertile ground.
Love & hope’s blooms are tender.
Time overgrows pretenders.
Hope that chilly hearts will melt.
Why?…When we know Love’s been dealt.

