Intercessory Waiflings

Be strong nonetheless

Artwork by Author (and his niece)

What did it cost you
to tell her to tell me
that you loved me sometimes
that you knew a thing or two
about all my good bones, and near all my bad ones
about how some spiders did visit me when I was cold
It might have cost you something
for that I tip my hat down
It might have slightly aged out your young soul a bit
But my soul ages also, and so do all the spiders
no thing, not even…