“Just great!”
My name is Lawrence Carroll Wagoner. I was born in Madisonville, Kentucky on May 12, 1965 to the late Hulin Dewitt Wagoner and Imogene Jones Wagoner. I am the son of a United States Army First Class veteran of the Korean War and my mother was a homemaker. We lived in the country and we were a poor family. Growing up, my family had a hard time back then but we lived the best we could. Later as years went along I finally met my wife, Daphne Gayle Melton, the daughter of a Tech 5 United States Army Veteran and retired factory worker. We never gave up on doing the things we wanted in life. Growing up a welder’s son was hard, but my parents made sure we had what we needed to live. Me and my three brothers and one sister were there growing up in the sixties. We lived a simple life, never asked for much, went to school, came home, did our daily thing of home work, we go fishing and whatever we could get into. As I got older I knew I loved to read as a very young boy, I knew this in my heart. Today I have read more books than most people could ever read in a lifetime. The first time I read a poem I knew I loved poetry because my heart felt full. I started writing poems in class and the teachers would always think I was writing love letters to a girl. Sometimes I was, but most of the time I was writing poems or short stories about the happenings around me and in my life.
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In September 2010 Taylor Patterson was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. In April 2012, Taylor relapsed and was getting ready for a bone marrow transplant and the fight of her life. At the age of 12, Taylor became a legend in the hearts of thousands of people. In just a few days Taylor taught us the word, love. She loved God, her parents, siblings, friends, and total strangers. She never went a day without smiling. She knew how to love. She brought a small community together and added thousands of friends in the process. On August 11, 2012, we said good-bye to sweet Taylor. We say good-bye on this earth and Jesus is welcoming her with open arms into the gates of Heaven. She walks with Jesus. Taylor has no more pain, tears, or sickness. As she walks in the Garden and as she runs in the fields of flowers chasing butterflies and playing and loving her eternal life, she will never be forgotten by her family, friends, and those total strangers whose hearts she touched. This poem is dedicated to Taylor. If you think of her please smile, for she would smile for you.Outskirts Press Review
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