Another Bit of Poetry

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!

wp-1461628521523.jpegEach 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.

If you would like to read my poem, please visit my poetry site at  http:/www.myblogoflife.com/child-of-my-heart/

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Letter to 18 Year Old Me

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My mom and me on my 18th birthday

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.

Always.

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.

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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.

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Colour My World

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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.