Here’s a little taste of life from a different point of view.
Look closely, and you may see a very little part of you.
These are pictures of things that you see around you every day.
But, now you can see them up close, in a different kind of way.
So, the next time that you look at a piece of wood or stone,
Think about how it looks, sitting in the dirt and all alone.
Pick it up and look at it closely to see what you can see.
And remember that these small things are a part of you and me.
POETESS MOTHER MAYA ANGELO
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Mother warrior, wordsmith poetess
Maya;
Sister, daughter of the almighty Father
Maya;
You set the world on fire;
Fearless
Breathless a world that's in a mess;
God lent us this person
Maya;
A wordsmith, poet, activist,
an actress, dancer she has most of the answers;
A visionary for the oppress;
A representative of women causes;
Did I mention one voice one of God's daughter;
And if I could me ya;
I confess I'd be honored
Mother Maya, poetess
God bless
Poet Maya Angelo
So kind Mother Rhyme;
Never backing down;
I know why the caged bird sings;
Thank-you Lord (for everything)
God thanks for sharing;
Maya Angelo;
Still I rise;
The Lesson;
When you come
So kind Mother Rhyme;
Never backing down;
I know why the caged bird sings;
Mama Rhyme you're now
Touched by an Angel;
We miss you, we love you;
Poetess Mother, Sister...
Maya Angelo
Your words will forever go on and on and on..
"Marguerite Annie Johnson"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " God's Children Poets Poems and Friends 2"
Grounded by emotions is the messenger.
Witnesses kiss teeth and let off sighs.
A child asked her mother "Why did the angel fall from the sky?"
She replied, It's heart was too heavy to fly.
You are my firstborn --- Angelo
Hold tight to your life and do not let go --- Please
Your youth is worthy to --- Save
Follow your heart dig deep into ---Yourself
I will never stop loving you my --- Son
Mom
One does not think
And why should I being brought so near
Death's calamity upon the visage bare
But even at the brink
There is still a drop of hope left
Or why would the living carry it
Of energy, form and beauty bereft
Clinging, claiming the upright spirit
Yes, why should one think
How much blood it cost
If that was all at the brink
A living soul had lost
For even marble death tells dread
That body is drained, is bled
Of every sinews of life
How could one think ... with fear so rife?