February from Yearlong by madeleine aguilar

The little flame on the table,
I blew it out from choking on powdered sugar

The perfect day in the forest,
All odds were against it
But we made the best of it,
Jersey Mike sandwiches,
I ran into the forest
The perfect moment,
I was aware of it,
I took it all in

Papa playing with Archer,
Mama looking at them smiling,
Isa, Paolo, and Joaquin
Acting their old selves again

My big mistake,
I was ashamed of it,
So I beat myself up about it all day,
(You be the shepherd, I'll be the lamb)
Forgive me I pray,
(You be the shepherd, I'll be the lamb)
And keep me from going,
(You be the shepherd, I'll be the lamb)
Astray
(You be the shepherd, I'll be the lamb)

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