Run Until the Sun Burns Out

planting her seeds one day
a garden had blossomed the next
and maybe she saw some of them as weeds
all her children were blessed
especially the prophet, the teacher
I loved her for listening
and I thank her mother for having lived
to do so much right
to do so much wrong
does she know her daughter was my advisor
does she know she changed my life
and I thank her mother for having lived

Run Until the Sun Burns Out

Fine Folk