For Je'lan Maybell
by Eric Nunnally
I've sat where you sit right now,
Flipping through this booklet to see what they wrote
About the person laying up front.
Looked around and wondered who was who,
About giving me my flowers while I'm here.
Flowers are nice and all, but
May not have happened the way I thought it would.
In case I forgot to say it
I used to be curious about what people would say
The one's I loved, know.
Here's your chance to be a critic! Please do! I welcome the feedback! Thanx again for stopping by!