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Larry Lawrence was born and raised in South Jersey. He left his hometown to attend Rutgers University and studied playwriting at Mason Gross School of the Arts. Currently he teaches technology and computers in several elementary schools. He has been writing and reading poems for many years now. He also travels frequently to locations in the Southeastern United States. Being a committed writer, avid father and devoted sports fan are essential to his life.
 

THE VICTORY BRIDGE

 Today I tear up,
rolling down 35 South,
 remembering that morning,
rumbling over the bridge.
We're riding along,
hurrying, have to get to work,
we can't be late.
Sun glare on the windshield,
my beat up, Ford truck.
The boy strapped in his car seat,
shares his newfound faith with me:
"It is a beautiful day,
and we should thank God for it!"
Only three years old,
way too young to be so wise.








 

              OCEAN

When I look at you, I know
we'll go on and on
because you didn't take
him away from me too soon.
I'm pleased to say
we're still on speaking terms.
I close my eyes to listen to
Your waves paint the shore
and you don't hear my sigh.
I'm pleased to say
I still find you beautiful and
I can't keep my eyes off you
and you don't see me staring.
I'm pleased to say
your salty scent still sends me
to those pleasant times in
my childhood when I jumped
your waves and submerged
myself in the cold current,
between all the castle building
and Frisbee throwing that
we will both always remember.
I'm pleased to say
that I can love you forever
and not feel sorrow, or the
pain and suffering of loss