Randy McClave Poems
|1402.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1405.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
|1406.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
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Then He Cried
When he left his mother and the doctor spanked his hide
In that delivery room he then first cried,
But, that cry that he uttered so proudly and loud
Was a proclamation to all, that he'll make his mother proud.
As a young boy he and his mother walked hand in hand
She taught him that one day alone he must make his stand,
So, in defeat he would not ever give up, but again he would try
And not once ever in a loss, did he cry.
The man that he became was not crafted from a father or brother
It was from the desire and the love from his mother,
Now, the man ...
An Inanimate Object
An Apple it fell not far from a tree
And there it was lying in front of me,
An inanimate object which I then did embrace
So, I ate it as it was meant to be my place.
A dandelion was also there lying in my path
I picked and I held it against Mother Nature's wrath,
An inanimate object which was God's grace
Then I blew away its petals, and I gave it chase.