For Writer's Cramp |
| Childhood outgrown and our own only child gone and now it's just an April Sunday come and gone churchgoing done the Lenten promise in the past it didn't last (my mom aghast) she's gone or might as well be gone my memory is strewn upon the less-than-perfect path we're on but guilt begone! Somehow Easter's come and gone, cause it was just an April Sunday morn our own only child gone and childhood outgrown. |