Lisa P. Files Poems

Middle child, born at the beginning of the second decade of the 20th century to a family that would briefly number, Five; fate orphaned her before she was able to
grasp what the world FAMILY really meant! The remainder of her formative years were spent in a convent where compliance and discipline headed the long list of rules that confronted her on a daily basis. Without family environment to guide her; at age of 17 she entered into a communion that would last 42 years and produce nine children spanning a period of 20 years. A strong complex woman and unconventional to say the least, she knew how to
enjoy life and take pleasure in the world around her one day at a time never putting
emphasis on things but always on her relationships with people. . . accepting them
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We arrive amidst cries of pain, tears of joy and laughter.
Brought to our senses by a sound slap to our buttocks; our
first cry for acknowledgment is uttered! Nurturing or neglect molds us resulting in our leaping or
crawling into each new phase of life. Constantly changing—nothing is quite the same amidst the
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First-born, at the end of the 19th century to a Family that—
would eventually number, NINE; He was aware by the time he
reached the Age of Reason that Wants were luxuries and;
Necessities—emotionally and materially—often times,
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