by underswansea


Oh Susanna! There is a banjo on my knee. The kids have moved on. They are smarter than me. Thank goodness. Got a few empty beds in the house. Some nights I try them out. It’s the best I can hope for now. Standing on the ridge or under the stars. I try to make it worth it. If I’m lucky I’ll die in one of those beds my children were born on. That would be proper.