its cold inside, colder outside
so, i put another log on the fire
because its my turn to be the tender
and keep my family warm...
or am i just being nice
its my job, anyway
like something unquestioned
passed on to me from the best of my kin
who supported one another
more out of the common path we walked upon
Some call it holy ground...
not because we worshipped our ancestors
in ways we still do ...when we honor their truth
which has allowed us ...to act, say or do
things in ways which they might never approve
yet, even though they came from a world of so few hard rules
tough love was the hard knock of survival school...
you think every one was always nice
don't be a fool
C2

