Biography of NEDRA WILSON
NEDRA WILSON Poems
Job Well Done
Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why' He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE' I started to cry pleading out to God 'That's my mother and I love her Dearly'.
When my daughter was first born I went to my mother for advise. I said to my mother 'mother what to do with this baby'. My mother had nine children so I sit prepared because I knew she would have a lot of advise to give. My mother give me a three word advise 'Pray For Her' I was not satisfied so I proceeded to say something, but before I could finish she began to say 'when she's sleep Pray For Her'
They say that baseball is the game of life. You have many chances to get it right. If all at home is good and well, you'll try all you can to get home again.
Remembering You Brother
God was looking down on you brother, I saw him Standing on his promise. I quickly said I'll be a witness I have precious memories of my brother.
In my love for poetry I have encountered many poems that have encouraged my life.
Gone Sweet Momma
I never told you thank you I never thought I SHOULD Now that your gone Sweet Momma
I left you there, far away from me. Far away, even i could not see.
I Am A Dreamer, I Dreamed Of You.
I am dreamer, I dreamed of you In my dream you held my hand, you had a plan, you took a chance.
Mother I Still Hear You
When my mother was here I could not hear her. Now that she's gone I hear her clearer.
They say that baseball is the game of life.
You have many chances to get it right.
If all at home is good and well, you'll try all you can to get home again.
If all is not well and you don't get home you'll still have more chances to get home and win, but then you will have to depend on a friend.
If your friend strike out and you don't get home, it's not the end, the game is not over, and life's just beginning...