......... birthday's are days of joy.........
Clear in the cool September morning
The sun glared out of the blue sky
like an aqua jewel
What a noteworthy day it was!
A breathtaking smile on my Mama's face,
exorbitant joy......
A golden tears of relief on her face
all her pain erased by the sound of my vagitus
little fingers in motion....
I just can't imagine my dad's reaction.
'It's a girl'
A beautiful voice it was
Blissfulness,
with a tears of gold
joy to the full with warm fuzzies. exacerbate
'She is alive'
joy irrevocable...
Joy, nothing like joy
A song was sang aloud,
sweet sweet music
gratifying and rhythmic...
thanking God;
angels are made not born.
their Golden tears so rare flows like an endless stream.
© *John Emmanuella*
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Oblivion
PoésieWell they say everything in life either odd or new, good or bad can be documented, oblivion is a book of poem which entails the tale of life of an adolescent African child, it a book one in a million written by John Emmanuella a teen writer who spea...
