Uloia Norris Moore - My Lite

In all the years of up and down's
children playing cookies baking
blond bleached even so the color
of my life she showed
little girl born teaching her to
hurry faster run or you will miss
the morning sun
son trying to figure out his talent
stear him so
no one ele's direction misguided
attempts must he so follow giving up his
dream's
the smell of freshly washed hair
it can't but remind of
taking me back there
cannot she whom I know is there
but understand that flowers in bloom
fragrent the room a rainbow of care
so the seedlings through love may also
show, this gift of grace

to all the rest of little people

here you have none
take half of mine
this if but you choose to see
is the begining of harmony

Uloia Norris Moore

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