Beware of section 8. Tenants are being evicted daily when the system doesn't pay their portion of the rent.

Thank God mama's cousin rented her Mama's house to her, Daddy, and us 7 kids when our rental burned down when we were young teens in the '70s thus averting housing authority apartments in Friendship Apartments when first built.

Again God intervened when a single mom of one, who's 38 today, decided not to rent their mama's house through section 8 but sold it instead.

You came into the world,
In September, it was Spring!
Unplanned, yet full of life,
A tiny little thing.

Your smile was like the sun,
You lit up a darkened room
Your eyes reflected who you were
You grew up, far too soon.

The love you have, inside of you,
Your heart could be, the flower.
Standing brightly in your garden
Your stems, they give you power.

So here you are in this Spring fling,
For all of us to see.
In full bloom, that small wee thing,
Was really just old me.

I saw it when
the Moon
kissed the Sun.

The two fell silent,
devoted to each other
in divine bliss.

And the Earth
grew cool and dark,
as if praying in a holy room.

And I, I saw the Face of God -
glorified and dignified,
adorned within a halo
as the stars genuflected across the sky,
one by one passing through this sacred veil.

Conflicts stopped.
Civilizations quieted.
Bird and beast grew still.
And for a few moments, all were forgiven.

Flinging water everywhere,
the old and chilling breeze
ruffles the feathers of sparrows,
reminding them of the promise.

Warm inside their cozy nests
huddled lovers making songs
built from memories,
that the world will hear tomorrow.

Sealed with the kiss of Autumn,
dreamt of the winter through,
awaiting the awakening,
it's Springtime's little fling.