Poem

The dim witted man Whose heart must pay By giving tribute With her spirit To all the people of the world I now just realize how Much of my life she took She used to be amused to whirligigs They brought happiness to everybody She had her own, stuffed under her bed So one day she could put them on the 4 Corners of the US You don’t know her favorite living thing It was a Butter fly With its beauty comes fragileness She once saw a commercial of abused children The next night she wept over them Why are they treated like that? You probably have never felt sorrow Or been sad When I got the call I was picking lentils for Her favorite soup What do I wish for? I wish for you to complete her dream Not restitution or money Or death 4 whirligigs on the corners of the US That is all I ask for It’s not too easy Yet not to hard Just a simple task To whom I am definitely attached to