Rising Above Poem by Janice M Pickett

It started of course

when I was born

My Legacy

A life and future already thrust
A broken heart would be a must
No-one around for me to trust

My Legacy

A life of struggle with much to learn
A Father who told me I would cash and burn
A Mother who left because of him
Who always told me I was full of sin

My Legacy

But sometimes we manage to rise above
Find hope in life through God above
We save ourselves through self belief
And rise above the confidence thief

From Parental Legacy

So now I stand full of love for all
My children blessed who will not fall
For I have broken the bonds of fate
And given them something I think is great

My own Legacy.