Fragments (From the Woodsman’s Notebook) Do not mourn for me at my mother’s pass; for she did not die she is home at last. Her breathing is clear she struggles no more. No machines or hoses anchored to the walls or the floor. Her sight is clear as the day she was born, nothing to block the picture that once seemed to be torn. Her eyes anew with a much better view She sees me now and she knows the truth. No skeletons in my closet I need to share, for there aren’t any old bones I need to bear. They have all been put out for the world to see. So I have nothing to hide; I am free. For those who need to point a finger to blame, Look for yourself I have nothing to shame. Check your own closets if you need someone to blame. In my time to face my Lord, I have nothing to fear of my just reward. I will not fear an embarrassing inquest, my life on earth an open book at best. Her body may be buried but her spirit lives on But her soul is with the Lord now; but can you move on? You told me once you’d make my life hell. Your words of ignorance you thought you could sell. You stole from my mother and not just the time we could have had, but told her some lies to make us look bad. You thought we would leave in the middle of the night tails tucked in and gone from sight.			You did not expect us to leave with heads high, you thought you had crushed our dignity and pride. Some think that greed brings might and others will fall, but how will you answer when the Lord comes to call. Now both are gone and you expect me to fall apart, we knew one day the truth would come about, but what will you do now that the truth is out. The way you moved her possessions out of the house, you thought you could darken us with a shadow of doubt. Some of our friends we may have lost, but blindness of the truth there is always that cost. Like the Crimson Tide you gather your pride thinking all’s well now that my mother died. What you don’t see and you never will, she knows the truth but you go on still. You can go on dreaming and covering your tracks, but will come the day God will question your acts. You think you can hide from your brother and I the illness of hate and jealousy that must be boiling inside, that superior need to be better than us, only to leave the sour taste of disgust. You can now boast how you got your way; the very same way you took you children’s college fund that day. One day to you surprise the loyalty you share will be your own demise. Do not be upset do not cry if your children decide to leave your side. To some the truth knows right from wrong, while others have the fear of God. Some lie by habit they just don’t know, while you make up your own truth as you go. You asked me once if I thought you were better than I, and I told you no it was just your time. You went on to college to follow your dream, I went on to work feeling I did the right thing. The truth is known and you can’t change it now, accept your life for I will not bow.                                                                                            (Flip to Next Page)
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