"Mama, where do good people go?"
you turn to her, expectantly
she smiles,
she's amused.
"They go to heaven, of course."
and you wonder whether you'll
ever be good enough
to make it there.
"Mama, where do good people go?"
you turn to her, expectantly
she smiles,
she's amused.
"They go to heaven, of course."
and you wonder whether you'll
ever be good enough
to make it there.
"I know I'm sunk deep to this point
To the point where I'm drowned
Into this bowl of honey I feel
I feel like there's no other way out"
A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.