Where will I find you again
My friend?
On this road or at another
Bend?
Maybe, at the end
‘We are all just getting by’
A statement present
When we
Cry
But the truth can’t
Lie
We’re all just trying to get
By
Leave me flowers near my
Stone,
Once I have left this world
Alone,
After you have finally grown
Older,
May love find you once
You are bolder,
Blessings, graces when
You
Hold her, everything will
Find it’s time, though I hope I
Find
You in mine, before the time
Resets for
It’s final wind
~ A. L. Stippich
mine
this is what’s mine
(my lips, my thighs)
i am not to
be tamed
i will not
push to explain what
i am,
who i am;
who i am is none of
your concern
pull my hair
paint my face
squeeze my curves into
one place
keep in mind
the lord made me
the beautiful
that i be
and last i observed
you don’t
hold the clay
that he’s been
moldin’
just for me
~ A. L. Stippich
Life at the Burrow 