I wrote a long poem about you today. it's been a long time since you were on my mind but there's a line in it that says there is a lump in my throat with your name on it.


it's true you know.

I'm not going to pontificate on a subject that I've had a small life to practice such a large concept in.

in spite of the fact that I can say with every whit of me that I've loved my best, my most to each person who has given me the chance.


the poem is called The Exception.




I hope you know
I was never perfect
I never expected to be
I accepted you

as you were.

the greatest gift I've ever had
refused.