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The Most ...
by Georgia M McDowell → (All Poetry by Georgia M McDowell)
Wednesday, June 13, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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To the reader. Many times we may feel to be overlooked. Especially in families with lot's - of children. The first and the last child may sometimes get THE MOST attention it seems. While the MIDDLE-KIDS seem left out,to use their own Imagination (s). Imaginations CAN be wonderful..., especially when DIVINE IMAGINATIONS are put to Good use. We understand...that it is written:"So the last shall be first, and the first last; for many be called, but few chosen". EVERY-BODY'S , body... is important! Thanks to all & enjoy the read.

There's ... an Angel ... in me. "Twas" - for this reason ... I, was born to be. The "BLESSED - HOPE" ... from - the ONE That HE "loves" the most . To "Share" Peace... and Inspire... the most; Beneficial, Traditional - Spiritual Strength From & of the "Holy - Ghost" from coast-to-coast . So ... you know that I "must" - just "Boast" ! There's ... an Angel ... in me . This I know when I can be ... Looking in the mirror every day, Feeling - "weak" but ... now "Strength" I do see . Surrounding me ... not PRETENDING ... to be: The "friend" ... who'll - stick closer-than-a Brother . Protecting - me ... DEFENDING ... me you see . Divine Purpose ... on-the-surface of the world . My SOUL (S) - BROTHER ... and none - other ... Than my "main-man"; on CHRIST THE "SOLID" ... ROCK I STAND so...I ...know ...all-other ground "be's" Sinking Sand to me . There's ... an Angel ... in ME . "Twas" for THIS reason ... I was - born to be . Yes ... yeah! For - this reason ... I AM BORN to BE you see . / pwo3-2-2018 / © Copyright 2018, all rights reserved

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on June 13, 2018

Nice song! and very inspiring!

I was the middle child who no one gives a damn when I was born. My dad was hoping for a son. He did not come to the hospital when I was born but only called to ask my mother whether I was a girl or a boy, my mom got mad and lied, told him I was a boy. Imagine the surprise to my dad and my grandparents when I and my mother got home from the hospital. I was dressed like a boy for my first year and was quickly sent off to live with my grandparents (my mom's parents) where I received the best childhood. I was my grandpa's "Lucky Star" - that's what he called me. If I were living at home I would not have been so special. Sometimes our life has a way to work out its miracles. I had a very special time with my parents when they came to live with us in Canada, and I get to understand them a lot more why they did what they did and know that they loved me too. No regrets. I love my parents dearly even after they've passed away.

Sandie