With a heavy heart, Previn learned of Shyvonne's murderous fate, a life on the streets, where demons await.
The news of her passing, a bitter pill to swallow, a mother's tragic end, in a world so hallow. A life marred by hardship, by choices unkind, Previn carried her memory, a burden, not divine.
As he walked life's path, into adulthood he'd stride, another chapter of sorrow, a part of him died.
Regina, his grandmother, who drunkenly nurtured his earlier years, lost life to breast cancer, gone too soon, for even if he had questions, she couldn't answer.
In the depth of his grief, he'd carry their names, two women who loved him, despite life's cruel games. Their memories would linger, in his heart they'd reside, a son and a grandson, to him, they can't be denied.
With love and with pain, he'd craft his own rhyme, in the sands of their memories, he'd mark his own time.
A journey of healing, where his spirit would soar, for in honoring their legacies, he'd find peace evermore. - P.
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Adopted by Destiny
PoetryForeword In the delicate cadence of poetry, we often find the purest expression of the human spirit-a place where words become art, emotions transform into verses, and stories are woven with threads of sincerity. "Adopted by Destiny" is a collection...
