Sample of the Work
Going Home
Wake me at noon
For I'm going home
So long I have walked
In the dark an unknown
Truth everlasting
Is what I will find
Cause dout and dispare
Were old friends of mine
But I'm going home
What more can I say
My journey has ended
I arrive there today
And when you see me
Look deep in my face
The lines of torment
Have now been replaced
Replaced with a dream
That speaks to my soul
Coming to save me
Come in from the cold
So far I have traveled
For years I did roam
It's a beautiful day
Cause I'm going home.
About the Author
Poetry became a friend of mind about 10 years ago. While working at Claflin
University in the mens dorm I found poetry to be a way to keep busy during
the late nigh hours. I've found a love for making words sing as I call
it. I've also found a new love for writting short stories, which will be
apart of my next book. Growing up without a father was difficult for me,
but I managed to channel all of my experience's into something positive.
As difficult as prison life was, even here there were lessons for me to
learn, people for me to help, another story to tell. As a basketball coach
and physical education teacher I stress to my students and players that
all anyone can ever ask of you is to do your best. Poetry is just another
way I have found to bring out the best in me.
You will never be forgotten, and I want you to know how much I love
you my dear sister. It is your insight that has helped me obtain this wisdom.
May God always keep you Tammy A. Crews
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