In wonderment she lay next to Her husband.
Her mind a whirl of emotions.
All the love he had for her.
He gave her all he had.
It was more than enough
He was her heartbeat.
She was the stars to his moon.
There are some days I am in a poetry kind of mood and somedays I just don’t really have it in me. I wanted to share another one of my poems with you that I wrote about the feelings you have when you hold your newborn baby in your arms. I can’t remember what prompted me to write this one, but I guess having the Boy who is newly nine as of last Wednesday made me feel like sharing this. It’s another very short one and to the point. I promise!
Each birthday that my children have takes me back to those early days. I reminisce about what they looked like and smelled like. I have those certain special memories that I will always hold dear and close to my heart. Those memories are mine alone. No one can take those from me. That fact makes them all the more special.
We all love our children and of course if you have more than one, like me, you have probably heard them ask, “who’s your favorite” or they make statements like, “I know you like him/her best. Everyone knows that.” If they only knew how much they were truly loved, they would never question our love again. Each of my children is my favorite. They each are very different and also very similar in many ways. I love them each forever and always and I would do anything in the world to protect them.
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I haven’t been writing much poetry lately, but in these wee hours of the night, I sometimes find myself doing just that. I am a nurse by profession, yet I have never written one poem about being a nurse. It’s scary sometimes to be a nurse even when you’re very experienced. I know this because I’ve been in the field of nursing since I was 17 years old. That was nearly 30 years ago. Man, am I old! Please, you don’t have to be that quick to agree! Anyway, I digress.
Tonight, I wrote a short poem about a nurse who is starting a new job. In fact, it’s her first day on the job. How scary, especially if you are a new nurse. I still remember that feeling all these years later. In fact, I have dreams sometimes that I’m working at one of my former jobs but I’m late or not where I should be. It’s usually some variant on the same theme. I don’t have them often, but they usually happen when I’m feeling anxious about something at work or most recently because I just started my new job. I’m not a job hopper so I don’t change jobs frequently. That would just freak me out! Once you know your job, it’s hard to make that leap of faith and learn new things again, I think.
This is the basis of my latest poem, simply titled, “The Nurse”. I’ve been asked, by Hubs, if I would want to go back to hospital nursing on the floor. My answer to him was a resounding “NO”. I loved my time on the floor, but I’m not sure my back or my feet could handle that anymore. I love the setting I’m in now. If you would be interested in reading my poetry, please visit my blog at https://wordpress.com/post/myblogforlife.wordpress.com/2360. I encourage you to leave me some feedback on anything you read there. I don’t get much traffic, in fact, I rarely get any traffic and even rarer still do I receive comments. I look forward from hearing from you very much! As for me, I’m finally going to sleep now. Many blessings my friends.
You think you are so smart in that outfit.
Let me tell you something little girl.
Buckle down, work hard, keep strong.
Don’t lose site of this relationship.
He is the right one and he does love you more than you know.
You are screwing up and you think you’re right so listen to your mom,
she’s right, as usual.
You can’t eat everything. You will be fat and you will be miserable.
I know you can’t imagine that now, but if you don’t watch it,
it’s going to happen when you leave home and it’s going to be bad.
As for your mom? Be kind to her. She is your best friend and you can’t even see it.
She isn’t going to be around forever. You are going to miss her so much.
You will be lost without her when she’s gone. Take time to be close now.
Family is everything. I mean everything. Don’t lose sight of that.
They are really the only ones who will always be there for you.
And remember that you are precious. You are God’s child. He doesn’t make mistakes.
He loves you always.
Never forget just how loved you truly are.
You will make a great nurse someday. Just stay the course, little girl.
Stop being so stubborn and thinking you know everything.
You don’t know one damn thing about the world. You’re still a child,
but that’s okay. You’re just learning. You’re getting your wings on.
You will learn, just don’t learn things too fast.
Stay the course, remember the love and be kind. Okay? Just do it.
Now get on with your life. There’s so much out there. Be careful.
I am one. Just one.
I am alone. I feel cold without the warmth of his skin next to mine.
I am tired. My eyes strained, dried out from the tears. I am somber at best. He is gone. Taken too soon from my world. From this life.
I am numb. So numb that pain can not reach me now. Tears stream. The only comfort that would soothe me is his touch. That which I long for I will never feel again.
I am empty. We had plans he and I. Why did he have to go now? Why? The question I keep asking. Why?
I am incomplete. Without him I am lost. I am just one now, no longer a couple. I am a widow who will wear black. I feel nothing but exhaustion. How do I go on without you? I’m too young for this. You shouldn’t have been taken like this. Not now. I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. I shall remain incomplete.
I am black and white and gray.
I am right and wrong.
I am kind yet cruel.
I am highly intelligent, yet stupid as a bag of stones.
I am loved. I am hated.
I am free, yet enslaved.
I am me. I am you. I am contrast.
Opening both eyes, she sees for the first time clearly. The glasses on her face. She is 3.
She noticed features of faces that are no longer blobs but have true features. Eyes, nose, mouth, teeth. They state back at her smiling face.
She looks around. She sees trees outside. She sees individual leaves all over the. Wow! She never knew!
She sees blades of grass. Blades, not just a sea of green! Flowers have petals! No more blobs! So much to take in! This new world of tiny images!
Write a poem in the persona of a person who is the first to do something. For example, the first person to build a boat; to start a fire; to brew coffee; to walk on the moon; to look into a microsc…
Source: Day Two Prompt
Within me lives a brilliantly, white and yellow orb. It surfaces when I’m exuberant and joyful.
Within me lives a dark, cobalt blue and gray orb. It surfaces only when tears stream down my cheeks.
Many orbs live within my heart, they are rosy pink, like the colour of love, deepest black, like the colour of the darkest night, and an olive, sickly green, the colour of jealousy.
All the colours are within me each day. As my mood changes, the colours arise and show themselves to the world. I am a rainbow. A perfectly human rainbow.
Lashing wetness across my cheeks, across my hands. My umbrella flips inside out.
Whipping winds and blackened sky, who knows if it’s day or night.
Clashes, booms and roars fill the air, followed by unearthly bright flashes of light.
I’m frightened this night will never cease. That my tomorrow may never come.
She went to fill the car.
She needed her coffee too.
She heard the two men talk about the new shaver.
Had he used it yet? No, he needed to grow some whiskers first the elderly man replied.
He’s all yours now, the younger man said to the clerk.
Slowly, she readied the cup. She waited for him to come her way. She smiled a dazzling smile at this sweet, gentle man.
His eyes lit up. She said, “I have to have my morning cuppa, and I couldn’t find any this morning. I think the kids threw it out.”
His eyes danced and his smile broadened. Someone to chat with. Someone who took time out of their day to talk to me, he thought.
It lasted just a few minutes, but the impact for both of them was to last forever. Just a few moments can mean so much to someone.
Loneliness can last a lifetime.
This is a Daily Prompt for Refresh because I find it freshing in the world of such hustle and bustle. It’s also part of my daily writing challenge.