- Aug 1, 2008
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- Occupation
- Sickle Cell Foundation/ making the world a better
Distance
In the distance I see daisies blowing in swift winds
Tall trees that stand triumph showing rings revealing ancestors dreams
A sweet message it sends
Telling of when time began
Offering old and alike new finds
Shade for the children that sit beneath its branches
Laughing while singing nursery rhymes
It speaks of a time when life was really good
Not because of monetary riches
Because monetary riches there were not
But riches never the less came in abundance
Disguised in hot food
Shared from love filled Dutch pots
Clean clothes that were thoroughly cleaned
No Cheers, no Tide, no washing machine
Just a time in history when used shoes felt fine
And ripe mangos and sugar water were the equivalent to aged wine
Special are the memories of how we played
No Toys R Us for us, because the because toys were all hand made
In the distance was daddy laughing and slamming bones
So safe and secure under mommies apron
The last thing I pondered was being grown
Life was serene and sweet
Sitting on a porch by a basin tub
Rubbing the soles of momma’s feet as my sister brushed her hair
I look back into yesterday and sometimes wish that I was still there
Where we climbed trees and swam far across the lake
And trips to the next town was always like wow
YES, a good life does simple things create
In the distance I see pasture and meadow that go on for days
And I’m taken aback the beauties they hold
And each glance is like the first glance and I am always amazed
At how when I used to look out to the distance
I simply couldn’t have asked for more
Funny though, how any onlooker would have swore
That we were poor
I sit reminiscent in the fondness that I find
When I look into the distance
Of time
Lataisha Nicole
In the distance I see daisies blowing in swift winds
Tall trees that stand triumph showing rings revealing ancestors dreams
A sweet message it sends
Telling of when time began
Offering old and alike new finds
Shade for the children that sit beneath its branches
Laughing while singing nursery rhymes
It speaks of a time when life was really good
Not because of monetary riches
Because monetary riches there were not
But riches never the less came in abundance
Disguised in hot food
Shared from love filled Dutch pots
Clean clothes that were thoroughly cleaned
No Cheers, no Tide, no washing machine
Just a time in history when used shoes felt fine
And ripe mangos and sugar water were the equivalent to aged wine
Special are the memories of how we played
No Toys R Us for us, because the because toys were all hand made
In the distance was daddy laughing and slamming bones
So safe and secure under mommies apron
The last thing I pondered was being grown
Life was serene and sweet
Sitting on a porch by a basin tub
Rubbing the soles of momma’s feet as my sister brushed her hair
I look back into yesterday and sometimes wish that I was still there
Where we climbed trees and swam far across the lake
And trips to the next town was always like wow
YES, a good life does simple things create
In the distance I see pasture and meadow that go on for days
And I’m taken aback the beauties they hold
And each glance is like the first glance and I am always amazed
At how when I used to look out to the distance
I simply couldn’t have asked for more
Funny though, how any onlooker would have swore
That we were poor
I sit reminiscent in the fondness that I find
When I look into the distance
Of time
Lataisha Nicole
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