I’m behind you

whatever you need.

I’ll support and raise you.

See my knees are pressed on the ground;

a man-child raised in Toronto smiles before god,

and vows to his creator, “I release all that I have.”

I’m behind you. Your persistence shines like a blazing rod.

I’m behind you; rest, I’ll watch and give to you and others.

I’ll promote your book; look, your poems praise women.

About two years ago when I felt alone,

grey hairs in my head sprouting rapidly.

Two childhood friends conspire against me privately,

weight diminishing like warmth in November.

I discontinued malfunctioning relationships,

tossing stillborn friendships out the window

into the grass letting birds poke and pick at them.

I embraced a financial lost that same year,

due to friendships before the recession;

then I gave prizes to talented poets

and so much more through prayer.

2009, T.A.B Books accepts us.

Sheila, is a wife-devoted, talented poet,

US resident, family oriented woman;

becomes the next gifted writer.

I hold the keys to narration in my hand

and breathe a breath that made the dead live again.