My greatest influence in becoming a poet was my love of language and the way I could express myself, my maternal grandmother who also loved to write at one time was another inspiration.
Born a carpenter,
He died a King,
With His blood,
He cancelled our sin.
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A son’s love last’s forever,
It never goes away,
Though he be near,
Or on a distant shore far away.
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Who can replace mother,
Certainly there is no other,
She cares and she tries,
And because of her children tears fill her eyes.
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In the rage of the noonday sun,
In a suit of glittering light’s He doe’s come,
To face death,
To leave the crowd, with bated breath.
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