Biography of Gero Lorna
At the age of nine I experienced something that no child should ever endure. It was at that time I discovered my gift for writing.
I am the only girl in my family with five brothers. My father died when I was thirteen years old and my mother has been my rock. She has inspired many of my writings.
I am the mother of a beautiful little girl who has also inspired my new outlook on life.
Like many, I write about what I feel and experience and this is my gift to the world.
This is my story.
Gero Lorna Poems
The sound of laughter rings in my ears as I sit and think about you. We never spent much time together, but my love for you was true.
My heart is full of anger and hate, yet I love. I cry myself to sleep at night, yet I am happy.
I never thought this day would ever come so soon. For me to say goodbye to the person,
I apologize for what I said the other day when I made you cry. I apologize for hiding the truth and telling you that lie
You think your're slick sneaking behind my back with that trick. Your indiscretion I find
I gave to you, all my love with every breath I took. You gave to me with all your anger your right and left hook.
To That Black Man
We love you even though sometimes you don’t deserve it. We are your friends, your sisters, your girlfriends, your wives.
If I Should Leave You
A day will come when a personal call for me is heard. A day when the clouds in the sky stop passing
Yesterday I was in love. Today I question what being in love really means. I see couples walking hand-in-hand, smiling. They appear
Now I know why
I watched you when I was a little girl. You would drink contantly. Today it puzzles me about how I hate to drink.
Longing To Be Loved
I trusted you as I have not trusted anyone. I confess to you how I felt and you in return led me to believe you felt the same.
A gathering of many woman, men, children. A spot where they come to reflect, cry, or share
Lost in the wilderness on a dark night. You try to find a opening where there is light.
Getting Over You
Getting over you has been the hardest thing I had to do. You are what fairy tales call “a dream come true.”
The sound of laughter rings in my ears
as I sit and think about you.
We never spent much time together,
but my love for you was true.
Others recognized you
as being a wonderful man.
Kind, generous and loving
always willing to lend a had.