Her Mother Was a Prostitute

She used her as a child to make money with,
let men sexually abuse her.

She passed her drug habit on to her
when she was only a child

She grew up wild and crazy, addicted
to drugs, often getting in fights.

She robbed and shot a husband, wife and
their child to death, got the death penalty.

Miracously, she found God in prison, became
a prison saint years before her execution.

Bob Boyd

The Big Sleep

I once read death is like deep sleep.
I once read in hard-boiled detective fiction
death is the Big Sleep.
If death is like deep sleep, every night
you have a rehearsal of your expiration.
I believe death is a continuation based on
the many near death experiences accounts.
But if it is only deep sleep and nothing more,
I’ve become perfectly okay with that.

Bob Boyd