J.C. Clayton Poems

My Loving Mother, when I touch your hands
I touch the hand so love;
With your hands you picked cherries through the
Blistering hot day,
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Our world is very confused today
This is what the people say
But is it the world to be the blame
I ask you honestly by your name.
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I am so glad I got to come this way
To come alive on God's beautiful earth
To look, see and breathe life
And everyday walking and talking
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