Rollercoaster (letter to my children)

Among the twists and turns your seats will be displayed
Portrayed later are slaloms to face and I can no longer stand in your way
Endure the loops and unforetold ventures all around never let your head down
With that above water, no chances of your certainty to drown
Unwound is that tunnel as you'd hope for in the form of truth. As I, your father have seen much in addition to your mother, my wife. I'll prep for this intangible rollercoaster…. This ride we know called " Life"

From: 
Des Johnson's " Da art of storytelling"




ABOUT THE POET ~
African american. North Carolina native.


Last updated April 03, 2015