Maybe in another life.
What a nice thought, but what a lie it is.
There is no other life. There is only this one.
There is only this moment, this time and place- this day.
This is the life I have with or without you.
These are where our experiences lie.
Please god, let it be this life.
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A Tired Mother named God.
PoetryA collection of poems for God, the universe and whoever else is listening.
