"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"

"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"
Lilies were my mothers favorite flower. The sweet smell rejuvenates the soul...
"I am my mothers daughter, this I know, like the lilies of the field; I will flourish and grow"

Thursday, March 20, 2014

A Family Sonnet...“Dear Big Brother”



Dear Big Brother;
You never complain; you’re a gentle soul;
The same birthday as our mother;
And the first that she would hold;
The foundation has been set; big shoes you must fill;
Father’s good name;
Mothers’ strong will;
They are both one in the same.
So you can’t go wrong;
And you need not fret;
Though the pressure is on;
The foundation has been set.
Cut from good cloth; I know you have the heart;
Fill those shoes with honor---ready, set, START!





Written by Eunece V. Franklin-2014
“A Family Sonnet...“Dear Big Brother” (Vol. 1)


Walk with me on this journey…

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