Awww . . . Exquisite poetry letting the world know that you love, and adore your two children, and I know they must feel the same about you being their mother.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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Regis
Barbara J. Henry
Michael D.
You are such a loving person, that you even honor your children your day. That's special.
Ron
It (Life) Is So Simple:
If You Hug Your Children Tell Them You
Love Them = They As You Me They Will Fly Right!
Only Time My Momma Ever Hug Me 1974 I Left For
Mexifornia,i.e. SHE KNEW SHE WOULD NEVER
SEE ME AGAIN!
Etal: If Not For My Bastard Daddy Beat MeTo Death
He Would Have Killed Her My Mother Too!
Sad She Due ($$$ Estate) My Asshole Brothers
She Died In Old Lady's Home Pittsburgh!
NOTE: I LEFT 1969 She' No Where To Be
Found Then!
Tears...No Love lost...
Your Friend, TRASK...