Twas Sweet

I remember what was sweet.
I remember you and me.
Our relationship could not be beat.
For it twas sweet.
Yet years made me weak.
Fighting always to please.
It became a game of knowing everything.
Perfection became a need.
Childlike faith became obsolete.
 I remember it twas sweet.
Please return to me.
Find me under the tree.
Where we used to meet.
God I want to believe,
That it could be you and me.
Once again, under the tree.
For that twas sweet.

R.d. Jess

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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.

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