Spring is around the corner. My grandmother used to say it was
A new beginning for us. Her daffodils bloomed to see
A sight of yellow wondee. When I see her yellow
It reminds me of me being a little
Girl wanting to play outside again. Now im
An adult I plant my ownand hope for best. She was
My fortress and I long to see her.
My grandfather was a man on his tractor. Mercy is always a sign
Of politics on the horizin.
Melissa and I were playing in sand box and
Woke up parents. We used to always play
Together and turn up Tina Turner and dance at condos.
We loved to love and swim in pool and get pruned
Liked on hands and feet. Iww had a real good childhood
Making everything so light and when it was time yo vote.
We listened and was hopeful. Hope joy patience and Self control. Thats were the fruit of spirit comes in Gal 5:22
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