Anna D. Kamas
New Orleans, Los Angeles, USA
Anna D. KamasNew Orleans, Los Angeles, USA |
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I composed my first poem at the age of seven. My third poem was printed in the school paper when I was in the fifth grade. Here and there I composed a few others. But it wasn't until I retired (Typist Clerk) and joined the People Program, a school for seniors, that I was inspired to write more frequently. After I submitted a poem to the National Library of Poetry and was addressed, "Poet" I was thrilled. I was also thrilled to have poem read on Poetry Today. Poetry, to me, is intriguing. It creates and unveils mystery. |
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When Mama DiedThere I stood in the center of a roomTrying to understand what was going on Were those tears streaming down my sisters' cheeks? Why did my father look so all alone? There were whispers I tried so hard to hear Then suddenly I was hurried off to bed It seemed ages since mama tucked me in Was I not suppose to learn that she was dead? How hollow were so many years to follow. | Your FriendshipYour friendship is a gift of GodIts delight I cannot measure Your friendship is a gift of God It is full of joy and pleasure Your friendship is gift of God I'll never want to sever Your friendship is a gift of God It is utmost of my treasure. |