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For my son

I would say  That I could turn the darkest skies  The brightest blue.  And, maybe  When you were younger,  Your feet unsteady,  You would have believed that I could.  But, I am powerless.  All that I have is  The strength of my love,  The length of my arm...

365 days of Hell

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who died one year ago today at the age of sixty-four.

Things haven't been going well since Mom died one year ago today.A big part of me died with her when she passed away.For the last 365 days, I've been going through Hell.Everybody who knows me, knows that things aren't going well.One day before Mom's death...

How do you spell beautiful woman?

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.

How do you spell beautiful woman, its spelled A-G-N-E-S.Everybody who was a part of Mom's life was truly blessed.Mom was blessed with both outer and inner beauty.She would've still been beautiful even if she had been ugly.She was the kindest woman that I'...

Heart of Gold

A story about my beloved late mom.

My Mom's name was Agnes. Her maiden name was Greene. She was the youngest of five children. She had one sister and three brothers. They are/were Ina Mae Dooley, Everette Greene, James Greene and Norman Greene. Two of Mom's siblings are also deceased. Norm...

Ma

Ma - It is difficult not to miss her

It is difficult coming back to a place where nobody has time for you. School is much better, the sounds too, much pleasant; students buzzing with various activities and humming like a swarm of bees, memorizing lessons, repeating, mumbling, inaudible words...

I sore

The once 'lived in walls' cave down and he moves on to new...yet one day while passing by........

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dad...

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The Birth Of Our Son

I guess you could call this a family poem...originally posted under 67Goat...

Of all the things you've given to me,As proof that the best things really are free,If I had to narrow it down to one,It would be the birth of our only son.Watching him smile I become elated,At the sight of the life we have created,Our unimaginable pride a...