Sun -De- Light Poem by Louis Borgo

Sorry but i must be damn,
on this feastive,
to everyone's delight,

excuse me shorty, (son)
to the crush, of the crump
cake cheese,

money fall far from the trees must be,
earth sin,

if i can complain,
plant this seed next to this greenre,
i much say it with a rush.

and let the sun come to delight,
and say that you are peach, (the son)
to a tree, (mother) of course,

winter to season, you sparke a connection
sonnie that is all right! ! !
smile for the camera! ! !

(father) a son, we will have making luv to sun up to sun down...
and sonnie this the light of the watch your grandpa,
gave to me under this tree,
your grandmother, my mother first came to be
and know at this tree.

i call this Tree 'sun de light'....
Our family Tree.