Randy McClave Poems
|324.||I Will Pray||12/9/2012|
|325.||This One Man||12/11/2012|
|326.||Ending Of All||12/11/2012|
|329.||Poor Man And The Rich Man||12/16/2012|
|330.||Sadness In Connecticut||12/17/2012|
|335.||Under The Moon||12/30/2012|
|336.||Peter And Paul||1/1/2013|
|337.||Home Of Dreams||1/1/2013|
|339.||Swimming With The Stars||1/4/2013|
|340.||Will Not Forget||1/5/2013|
|345.||Freedom To Write||1/7/2013|
|346.||Judgement For Us All||1/10/2013|
|347.||Leave With Grace||1/10/2013|
|349.||Say No To Love||1/13/2013|
|357.||Fiery Pits Of Hell||1/23/2013|
|360.||Young Once Again||2/1/2013|
Comments about Randy McClave
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 ...
See Babies Crying
I see babies crying
For their older brothers
And no one will ever know
If they'll be home again.
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up in the heavens and say
We need you GOD today.