Cheryl Lavender Biography

January 02,2003

Dear Father…
Each day I relive the struggle,
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In some way of every day,
I raise my pencil to sketch a life,
to open my heart,
surrender to passion,
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Fluffy white, pillowy soft,
The clouds angels joyfully romp upon.
The hand of God, the Artist's touch,
Initiates creation into finite view.
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At first glance, one would most certainly pass it by,
For it looked as though it has no merit.
The binding is tattered and torn,
worn and weathered, decayed from abuse.
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June 24,2002

Moving through the imperfections of my life,
I've found a house of shadowed rooms,
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