Clomp, clomp, stomp...
I stagger heavy booted...
Strength and supporting hands dad, you've always...
Guidance when it was needed, and love firm as a...
Two sweet little babies
soon to greet this world...
I want to take this special day
To thank you for being so good to me...
Fraudly chasing my dreams
Like liar among prophets...
Crack flashing red pants
drunken kid despising oaf...
People say that the hardest transition
is from elementary to junior high...
My infant statue nurtured like a miracle prayed...
And when my past stood sturdy like a teacher of...
Sitting in silence,
hands folded in front...
"Stormy"
Floating from room to Room...
**This poem is dedicated to one of my best...
In your life a new gate has opened...
Many years I was conceived
born of a beautiful Kenyan/Ethiopian heritage...