April 12- Blonde

If I've been blonde and scatterbrained,
Out of it, and unrestrained
And didn't notice how your smile
Has been missing for awhile,
Please forgive me. 'Tis my goal
To plant a sunbeam in your soul,
And be a light when all are out.
I know well there's room to doubt.
But I do try. So often you
Don't reveal what you're going through.
Make no excuses-- I make none.
From now on I'll be the one
To lift you up as He does me.
More than all else here's my plea:
Don't let me fail you again.
I will help to bear your pain.
Forgive my foolishness, my lack.
I want to take today all back;
If you'll let me, from now on,
I'll be your light when all are gone.



postscript
I wish I always remembered....