“Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children,
and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is
unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they
are our children.”
Rosaleen Dickson
“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes, they forgive them”
Oscar Wilde
Okay, so I may be a little bit biased. After all, the few poems I have selected, even the artwork from the previous blog of this name, are from ones and ones that I know personally. Though from my perspective, who better to showcase. I'm sure they are many more artists that I could sample, even amongst my same very circle and in time I will do just that. But right now, I present just another small sampling of poems written by an acquaintance who just so happens to be Rastafari. Notice that the topics are as diverse as the members of the Rastafari nation are varied.
