Poetry

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"There is one gift passed down in my family,
though sometimes hard,
the gift keeps rewarding.

Family heritage sometimes sweet,
but sometimes bitter the gift
one must keep.

Daddy was a scientist,
and mother a book-keeper,
my sisters college graduates
and I a truth seeker.

So, The greatest gift I must say,
is the gift of a blessed life
in more ways than one
and the memories of Daddy
and Mother
who showed us so much,
the stars and the Heavens
and the road to eternal life."

Bonnie Jennings 11/1/2011

Part Two

So, the gift of blood held treasures to be,
a gift, a mantle, a portion for thee
and if used well
my inherited three,
Elysia, Joel and Jacob;
are ye
who may choose wisely
or may choose not,
but the gift of blood
is all that I got.

It is up to each member
of three
to challenge the gift of blood
and make it your talent.
And if you find it too great, for you,
than remember Grand Ma Mas' watching
and she'll be after,
you!


*Note: Grand Ma Ma' to be read with a French accent Bonnie Jennings 11/1/2011

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