Debra Harris Poet Narrative

I Exist

I Exist
Who am I today I can't say.
My Father was a man that meant what he would say.
My mother was a woman that did as she say.
Yet sometimes I can't choose from yah or nah.
Who is the person I strive to be?
I don't feel my father's strength in me.
I don't have my mother's pure wit in me.
But my Father God surely made me.
I thought and thought and came up with this:
I am what my father put in a wish 
I am what my mother called bliss
and out of God's imagination I EXIST!
Debra Ann Harris

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Paul Callus May 12, 2015 at 12:50 PM Lovely way of reasoning, Debra! And because you exist, you can write this! All the best. // paul Debra Harris May 13, 2015 at 11:38 AM I feel the same way! Thanks for reading and commenting.

Aiyah Torres May 12, 2015 at 12:50 PM i'm glad you EXIST :) thanks for sharing your thoughts with us :)) just keep penning ^_^^ Debra Harris May 13, 2015 at 11:40 AM Keep penning I will! Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.

Deborah Turner May 12, 2015 at 12:31 PM Good poem. #7 Debra Harris May 13, 2015 at 11:37 AM Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.