Simple would be my preference. Seldom great change comes in complexity of thought, memory and unresolved conflict. Born of times when reason was challenged and experience yet honed.

Saying things in kindness without doubt or hats exchanged to be the person capable of saying them. In timing and gentle hope may they find rest on parchment or ears intended. Bespoken

The Veils and misery broken, by revelation of things lacking buttons, knobs or levers for my access and control. Salve. Dreaming nectar of sweet gentle sleep, finding the oxygen we’d begged.

Perhaps a snappish response is appropriate in argument or battle. These days require spice and sensible hand across the wrist of resistance. Lay me paths that lead to peaceful misgivings.

Life goes into the well of history and reckoning. Making sense of the sublime or sweet that scribes may teach those after. A’s and E’s in syllables counted on my fingers. In silence I await.

There is no fierce recourse that will win the day. For this is love not battle. This is family not fiend. This is hope that lights to halls of those who would walk sans regret into the presence of God.

Oh, forgiveness today you ought be needed. For doing it right, clipping the bite in my tongue these teeth shall not seek dominion. What pride is there in showing Mother a gift carefully chosen?