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James Lowe Poem
I pray to Lord'
Our souls to keep.
Our families roots
grow very deep.
The most beautiful
thing you will ever see.
Standing alone is our
Family Tree.
The trunk is strong
and very wide.
Growing solely on
our Family Pride.
The branches bloom
with leaves of love.
Protected by
the Heavens above.
The ground is filled
with Souls of Kin.
To hold the Family
through Thick and Thin.
Listen closely, To the wind,
and you can hear it cheer.
That's for all our Babies,
Born every Year.
Lord, Please watch over
our Family Tree.
So it grows up
to be
Healthy and Free...
Copyright © James Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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James Lowe Poem
Here we go, The pains back again.
So what do I do, Grab the paper and pen.
I want to talk, But where do I start.
All I have is this pain in my heart.
I have fought with my mom. And dad hit the bricks.
Now I live in agony, And the pain never quits.
My uncle died while I was trying to save his life.
Having to watch his children's tears, Haunts me every night.
Nothing ever happens. At least nothing good.
When your life is filled with pain, You can't expect it would.
I usually deal with this pain, "All on my own".
now I share some of it, With you through this poem...
Copyright © James Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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