Loverta Holloway Poems

Stanch, majestic style, signs of inner grace.
Hair combed, folded hands, angelic face
Poised ready for action, center stage
Higher rank than a Nobleman's page
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Life or death in the blink of an eye
Will she hear her baby cry
What uncaring hands with greed decry
The gift of life a lullaby!
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How do I know there is a God
Why am I here this day I pray
Trusting this soil on which I trod
My destiny but futile clay?
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