This was written to me about me... by a friend Barry Trusty after reading my Autobiography. Not published yet but working on it. This was my friends first poem. I was impressed. As I am sure you at AD will be also.
Thanks for reading as always .. my soul mates. For those of you who don't know my indian name is Ivory spirit.
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The determined child climbs..
To the love of her mother..
Intensity in each small step..
Tiny hands grasp upward..
Only to be slapped away..
Time and time again
the toddler tries..
Against opposition..
ten times her size..
But, this two year old
doesn't cry..
Her ivory skin and blue eyes..
refuse to feel tears..
Understanding not of impassion..
She will try again tomorrow..
and the day after that..
For God was wise to give this child
an Ivory spirit that could not be broken.
Barry Trusty
For
Erica
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Reviewed by jackie trusty
Reviewed on February 22, 2003
My dad did a great write for you Erica, but he doesn't capture the true strength that you have. I know you personally and you have the soul and patience of a thousnds saints. Thanks for being my friend. I love you. Jackie Trusty
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