Monday’s child raised up in the mo… Away to school for another day. Tuesday child makes ready for anot… Making the best of what that may c… Wednesday’s child in the middle of

to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Ma… Girls to the end No matter what No matter how, We are sisters to the very end

To Nikki Giovanni Poetry and rhyme And reason At any season You’re the mother of words

The March winds blow As we take a breath From winter’s spell And I was told Like a lion it roars

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

Beautiful faces From every shade of color From every span of the globe From every walk of life From every generation

Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—

Sweet as honey That’s what you are to me And even more than words to say To have you near every night and d… That’s the way I feel about you.

In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther… Silent. A voice once spoken of truth, A voice once spoken of justice A voice once raised the roof

Just in case you get this message Be sure to tell it to the sister Who’s down and out Who’s lost their way, Who no longer have hope