Mary HarperBronx, NY, USA |
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Born and raised in North Carolina, my date of birth is Nov. 26, 1955. My parents are Mary and David Bryant--they are my greatest inspiration because they always encouraged me to state what I feel and trust in myself; and believe I can achieve anything my heart desires. I attended North Edgecomb High School and also in my younger days I attended Robertson Elementary School (both in NC). While growing up, I attended a church in North Carolina called Long Chapel Church. In the Bronx, I occasionally attend Walker Memorial Church with my four grown sons, James Jr., Trevor, Anthony and Jermaine. They all have kids of their own. I am the grandmother of seven grandkids. I have the honor of being a foster mother and I take great pride in the fact that I was asked to be one. I feel the love I have to share will help some child who needs understanding. My philosophical statement is: I believe in God and trust in Him first because without HIm nothing is possible. I thank Him for the talent he has given me to write my feelings on paper and for being able to share what I feel from day to day. Many readers may look at my poems and relate to what I'm trying to say and experience, but for those who can't I hope even if you close your eyes and envision things you will keep them in mind; I hope it touches you in some way. I work as a nurse's aide and home attendant which I find a pleasure because to even consider working in this field you must at least have a heart for other people's feeling and put them first. My hobbies are writing, music and reading. My work is being published by The National Library of Poetry. I have received many honors including: The Editor's Choice Award and I am a member of The National Library of Poetry and I also take great pride in this exhibit. |
Dreaming VisionsAs I laid my head down I see this visionof this Little Town, I see myself floating on this Cloud and I hear voices spoken softly and angels singing his praises Loud. I knew that I was indeed home, because in this vision I saw family who has been gone so long. This was my roots from where I start these people hold special places in my heart. Some have passed away so very long Some I can't remember because I was too young. I tried to wake myself from this dream, But as I kept dreaming I see a vision of this stream. The water was running so Bright and deep Blue, why I have this vision of the stream I can't tell you. I could feel the Breeze blowing through my hair. The breeze felt so peaceful I had no worries not even a care. I somehow knew this Dream must come to an end. As I turn around and Look over on this cloud, I see my loved ones and dear friend. |
He Appeared to MeHe came to me as a visionOr was it in my dream, It was so real it seems. He was like a vision that shines so bright, I wonder if he will come tonight I was not afraid, and didn't scream because in my mind, It was just a dream He stood so tall, and had no face But somehow, he was out of place. He seemed to be long, where he stand And as I watch him, he held out both hands. I began to cry, he wiped my tears, and said it's alright, You have nothing to fear. He spoke with a soft voice, and said to me, Rest my child, and go to sleep, Never again, did I fear, because I knew he would be there. He said it will be alright, for you shall have only sweet dreams tonight. From there on I didn't care For I knew, my vision would be there |
A Dreamer PrayerGod bless this little kitchenWhere I stand for there be for my mother, only one man. I pray that every child is blessed with grace. And as I look upon them with a smile on their face. Mommy and daddy will say the grace, And as I stare at mommy, a tear run down her face, I ask my daddy why is black and white race. And daddy answer. I can't seem to be going no place. Daddy smile and said child, look here, You don't seem to understand, the word fear. That's why, we can't move up a little my dear One day soon, we shall see a better place for all. You and me! |
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All poems Copyright © 1997 Mary Harper. All rights reserved.