For Mike (a poem)

I’ll be the storyteller,
the records keeper.
I’ll clothe you with my words.
My red sundress will be a poem.
I’ve found my place,
they’ll feed me now.
We’ll carry on to a new way.
I’ll write the truth
and repeat it to the children.
When we all just love God,
society will be a functioning peace.
Get over ourselves
and we’ll get there.