Michele

I am an eraser
The sheet is nearly white
Something still nags at me
It’s a smear of graphite
I think it might be you
Or something you said
I am an eraser
I will rewrite and recast
Nothing can haunt the future
Of my fabulous past
My baby done told me
I have been informed
Nothing would hurt me
If I had never been born
I am an eraser
My mind is a blank
I wish I could recall
The one I must thank