December 1988
Dear Diary,
Today I sit, indite and recall
blissful but vexatious memories
Pleasant but painstaking events
All within this spherical world
How words yet so easy to comprehend
When out do not diffuse in peace
As they pierce you deep
Making it hard for regurgitation
Today my aim is to pay what I owe to
the past
My salutation
And acknowledgement
Of the words mama never said
