Epistle II

S.M

Forsaken have I been Fernandez, until a year ago
And tried to realise, why do they pray to God.
I studied my religion , to which many never knee
I never would have figured out without another`s need.

The color of the winter leafs always mirror one`s belief
The trees that always talk and see, for infants is reality.
But for the wrinkled, green is life calling it humanity.
No matter how much do they 'got' , it doesn`t murder vanity.

Makes them feel safer when in need, makes me feel sadden when I see.
I bow to women nowadays , that go to church to change my ways
To pray, to ask to offer faith - to keep me and the others safe.
I never worshiped such a manner, but now I find it sweet and tender.

I feel so young, at last, i`m fourty
They never thought i would be worthy
And no - they didn`t have a color,
They weren`t there while i got stronger
....neither my daughter, for I love her.