young, wondering eyes
hungry and searching for redemption
hearing the good word
every Sunday

growing older,
becoming more absent
no longer in the third pew
every Sunday

visiting with my
grandparents
present in the fourth pew
[almost] every Sunday

growing older, 
age 16 was tough
she developed cancer
aggressive, strong, deadly

back in '92,
she kicked cancer's a**
but this was the one
that would take her away

17 years of my life
spent laughing, crying,
enjoying the time
we spent together

18 years of my life
slowly going down the drain
numbing the pain
a life of regrets

19 years
I was once a vibrant,
young soul
but not so much anymore

21 years old
my life was
slowly
coming back to me

no more questions
no more doubt
no more tears or regrets
just pure happiness

rebuilding my faith
becoming much more
stronger
believing in the goodness of people

time for a permanent reminder
Proverbs 3:5-6
next to a daisy
reminisicing on the memories

the laughs
the love
the time we spent together
every Sunday.