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| "Love of Life," A poem by Twalla Robertson |
By:
Nancy Robert |
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Oh, how I love my life, a place often filled with strife.
I was lost in a cloud of sin, not a life, not contrite.
I loved those who hated me, Cami and Dave.
They only loved me when they could keep me down, a psychotic conclave.
Why does my success bother them so, people I cared about and love.
It's because I'm no longer their victim, my life is now soaring like a dove.
Does my success really make you look at your own failure in life's journey?
Your hate and jealousy is eating at your soul like a foul and bitter scurvy.
My husband, Michael, is supreme.
He loves me for what you didn't, a human being.
Bacolas is his name, and I'm thankful I have him.
Michael builds me up, he freed me from sin.
He's not all I have; I've got Junior, Amanda, Chris, and yes, Jennifer also.
But what I pray for is your healing, I pray for that more so.
My name is Twalla Robertson and I love my life, yes I do.
I love my husband, my children, and my mother Larue!
So if you meet Twalla Robertson, a happy woman you will find.
The smears and attacks are nothing to those who are kind.
I love you all, notwithstanding your hate.
I pray for God to heal your hearts, before it's too late.
The End
Twalla Robertson |
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