Now is the time,
Progress or fail,
I’m on the verge,
I’ve set my sail.
I feel a breeze,
A splash of water,
But who am I?
A janitor’s daughter!
The mother of ten
For that been mocked.
Tried to share,
Ignored and blocked.
Wanted to give,
But usually spurned.
Wanted to care,
But always burned.
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So at the shore,
Before the ocean,
The water waves
To make a motion.
But I was made
A janitor’s daughter,
And the wave cried, “By Him…
Who walked on the water!”
JMJ
Long-Skirts
6/30/04
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