Transcendental Sonnet #252:
Things Which Never Were
In Memoriam Patricia Lance, November 23rd
My family growing up was a lie
And then when I was married another
Those lies are over now they have passed by
But I cannot forget how my mother
Knew she was doomed that life was meaningless
Had ended for her with no hope unless
Her only child her son and that is me
Would be foolish enough to fight with fate
Be mad enough to wrestle destiny
And she knew that the hour was very late
My mother said it was over for her
I said it was not but I knew it was
I want to amount to something because
Of my mother and things which never were
* ( + ) *
Always, always, always...
+Steven Curtis Lance
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