My father was of french- English heritage my mother was a afriaans woman. Both my parents died 2013. I grew up in a broken home parents got divorced when I was very young. My father had musical talents as and he wrote poetry, songs. He also played the bongo drums. My talent I got from my dad. My childhood was not an easy one but strength and wisdom came from it. I also have a gift for exploring pain in my poetry for example my latest work " beau tynybres" is about looosing A sloul mate . I also write inspirational articles about various subjects.
My father was of french- English heritage my mother was a afriaans woman. Both my parents died 2013. I grew up in a broken home parents got divorced when I was very young. My father had musical talents as and he wrote poetry, songs. He also played the bongo drums. My talent I got from my dad. My childhood was not an easy one but strength and wisdom came from it. I also have a gift for exploring pain in my poetry for example my latest work " beau tynybres" is about looosing A sloul mate . I also write inspirational articles about various subjects.
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