I woke too soon, a life almost undone
A sudden call came, before the light of day
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Her life was spared, before the morning sun
She was okay, I heard her softly say
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
No tragic end, no race was lost or run
Three lives affected, dark clouds rolled away
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Thank heaven, no journey to the setting sun
I simply whispered a thanks today
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
A precious chance, a new life has begun
There is a future, no more than delays
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Startled I still have my daughter; beloved my only one
My fears all faded, at the break of day
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Powdered doughnuts, screaming children,
Noisy autos and a silly red hen,
All the things everywhere, that, this, and then.
A week or a day, a minute, and an hour,
Everything all the time, candy that is sour.
The moon and stars and universe too,
All things everywhere, everything for you.
Big trucks, toy cars, tall buildings in our view,
Twilight, baseball, even morning dew.
Mountain tops, puppy dogs, yummy ice cream floats,
Bicycles, lollipops, Cutesy-colored post-it notes,
All things everywhere, everything I want for you.
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Today I’m grateful for being old enough
to be happy that my life has not always gone as planned..
and still young enough everyone and then to act like a child
and forget how old I truly am
Two Lost Stars
So long ago
Two lost stars
Part of me I’ve never met
I ponder where you are
A Heavenly place above
Will have to wait a little bit longer
Your names are, June and November
A special place in my heart
Can you recognize me from afar?
Together as one
Forever in the stars
One day, you can read all of my poems
Through a radiant sky, hold on
One day we will meet in Heaven
I can only imagine
With open arms
#1’000 Poem
a shriek,
a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
pain,
tightness,
ache,
sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was –
our eldest child was –
our headache was –
our heart was –
our angel is –
forever 26.
over a thousand pieces
to complete my puzzle
a picture of me, my heart
piecing it together my whole life
fitting in a new piece
filling in the frame
never quite complete
pieces break off
pieces fall away
leaving holes where others should be
pieces are lost
pieces are found
it will never truly be complete
on the day I lost you
the largest piece vanished
leaving my puzzle broken forever
You are a Child of light, my love.
born in shadow, but you became the sun.
Levitated like an immortal, from the captivated grounds
grew as a rose in the concrete cracks of the bloody cold streets
You are a Child of Light, my angel
torn from the roots that were interwined in your veins
The devil played its riddles, but your wit was too strong to be fooled.
But after facing the darkness, you remained a child of light.
My firstborn son, my heart’s new dawn,
Your tiny cry, the light that shone
In that first breath, I learned to be
The mom I’d always longed to see.
Your love, so pure, so bright and clear,
Awoke a strength I never feared.
You took my world and turned it round,
In every smile, a home I found.
You made me whole, you made me more,
Unlocked the soul I’d kept in store.
You taught me patience, grace, and glee,
A better me, you helped me see.
The way your laughter fills the air,
The way you look, your tender stare
Each day you bloom, my love has grown,
I’m grateful for the seeds you’ve sown.
Forever changed, forever true,
My heart beats now because of you.
My firstborn son, my shining sun,
You made me mom, my precious one.
It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me,
"Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
To be a strong man is a lesson to learn
We must deal with heartache after we are born
No sorrow, no remorse for any man
It must begin in childhood when your mind can ascend
Be tough with reality to see things as they are
To get beat over and over until you can't take no more
Fall down on your knees because your heart is weak
Try not to cry when you're trying to speak
We just get back up with standards and pride
Putting one foot in front of the other and don't break a stride
A smile on our face hides the hurt and pain
Distinguishing ourselves from a weak man of shame
No one to comfort us because we won't let you
Looking straight forward is the mindset we have to go through
It's a dangerous world if a man let it be
Because the man is an endangered species only if you could see
Lay your head lad, upon my breast.
Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest.
Take from me nourishment you need.
Wake for a time so you may feed.
Then back to dreams of angels song.
Been away from them, not too long.
For from heaven, you came to me.
Your destiny waits, but now... sleep.
A love I have never met
A foreign soul
Half of my being
A love I would die for
My heart, your heart
Scared to hear it at times
Because your heart is so small
That it makes mine cry
Alas a dead end
Denying the truth
A message well sent
A mountain I can not move
An ocean of tears,
A tree that won't grow
The clouds will not clear
for my flower in the snow
I'm scared to admit
You aren't mine anymore
As much as I need you
Yahweh needs you more
So paint the skies
A stranger I will never know
In your memory I lie
A love I would die for
Her grandfather called her to their front yard,
“Come here, my child.”
“I want to show you how to mend this net,”
he said tenderly,
his fingers weathered like the ropes he held,
gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood.
But her gaze drifted towards the horizon
the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight
of his quiet hopes.
“I don’t want to learn,”
she grumbled under her breath,
kicking the dust, a powdery veil
that crumbled and shifted beneath her feet,
to leave his pride untouched.
The old man sighed,
“One day you’ll wish you had,”
and left it at that.
his hands busy with the knot,
hers busy avoiding the duty
as she played with the hem of her dress.
Years later,
when the net sat coiled and brittle,
in a forgotten corner of her mind,
she found herself standing by the ocean
her hands clumsy,
wishing for the wisdom
she once refused to take.
She understood that minute
what he never said:
Some things are not for the moment-
but meant for when the moment has gone.
doomed to be sold to a brothel
her fate was sealed when she was born
if at birth her mother kills her
should she be an object of scorn
Specific Types of My Child Poems
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