The Search For a Child

Dusk and a missing child. Searches empty, Mother’s intuitions fasten. Days of seeking, mother’s maw remains stitched. Celebration of the day on this soil is approaching. Third year of a young innocent life. Florida scorcher did not dishearten the quest. Behind iron gates, a mother still sits with fastened lips. Impassive sentiments show signs of…

Ninety Days To a Better Me

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90 days to a better me is not about losing weight or using some new diet. 90 days to a better me was about a time in my life when the manager I used to work for could not take
responsibilities for his actions. He lacks courage. He did what he could to try to instill trepidations in me. But I was well protected by the power of God. Their trepidations did not
work, everything backfired on them. 90 days they gave me, 90 days I had to a better me.I wrote this poem during the time I was going through this challenging time. I hope I am able to inspire or encourage you to stay in faith, no
matter what. Enjoy

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