Poems from Francis Cooper - Mac
I have this gift you see
for my God has given me;
an ability to be able
to transcribe the word,
which comes inside;
and from my heart
of...
How often do you see?
Where there are weeds
Within the cracks of paths,
They have come
with the passing of time,
And of neglectful souls...
Untidy house!
Round and round;
Racing 'round like headless chook;
Cleaning, cleaning frenzy so.
Guests are arriving near,
House of daily...
As a baby,
you crawled.
a toddler,
taking uncertain steps.
a child,
you ran everywhere.
a teen,
...