The Poetry Marathon

Marqueda in Ebony, dances in the river of Louisiana

Its CEO who founded it in 1918 host of patriarch’s, of Marqueda that inherited the estates mine oils graves for decades

A MTA grounded in places

Continue of its history

Geography arts pictures, of its memoirs of the family own tree of Marqueda

Arose of a Masquerade that resumed in 2018

The patriarch’s of Marqueda will never be-forgotten Marqueda’a historical gathered up the gifts of given, conscious letters went viral, and on the social media. Yoga exercises, meditation,and Law of Attractions runs for days

The marvelous Marqueda, that lies opaque and drips in a dark place of its final rest

Marqueda’s clear veneer that lays and covers the sea.

He stand in between rainy trees, runs up to the door with no rain coat on, He-s all wet and dripping watery in rain, The door bell rings, smells of cakes being baked for supper feast

I could remember of my mother’s aprons filthy with flour stains with hand prints, filthy wet spots to wash into winter where you can see the stains any more neck down

Mother wore it every time she bakes, hanging it on the door next to the table and chairs. Wrinkles and all lively she is, short and blouse she sits waiting on time

To finished up with the rainy cooking for the day of mommas sweet potato pies adult encounter links to the family ties the tree of life, the rainy taste and tea sip, founded in 2020 menu on the roster plug-ins who is served in a day, spring on into falls the healthy take out

Every weekend’s happy hours, as the rainy summer comes and goes with fried chicken wings and fries

Goal we accomplished and complete, honestly we fulfill in the blanks. Years and years gone by a memoir to remember.

Adulthood becomes the autumn of seasons to come. Something to cherish  before it’s all gone you know.

As I Can Remember!

The day has come, showers of rain wets the memories awe! for lasting as it starts.

Lie there, makes up the causes. Now through the years over and the start a brighter day

As I Can Remember!

You think other wise, when the plan until’s its roots. The respect and all to enjoy- will come back again.

As I Can Remember!

The words to hold onto when the summer comes sunny light, and shines memories on you more: The love, you love – love it!

A thought she’ll write from down below, and out. Feelings heartfelt heartly to make her hairs to stand up. With something extraordinary and special. Where this will help her to do even better. Writing has always been a thing a two. Allowing her to rewrite those themes to pass time away. With a roaring thunder of lights.

My name is Rosa Lee Lester-Ranson. Writing has really been my passion since my childhood, and now. To help inspirer and uplift the broken hearts with hope. To cheer them on and into happiness. Just loving what I do. In a run of a day. And with a peace of mind. To give on back with joy.

When joy comes in the morning. With tide tears knowing that I have help many others. In a niche of time. To fill me right on up. Where my well will never runs dry.

God bless you all. To do well writing in this project to share of yours and my expertises for a cause.😇💯🌹🌹🌹