Tag: poem
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Blessed are the Mothers
(in the trenches) Blessed are the mothers in the trenches Those with a newbornWhose screaming faceThey are just getting to knowAnd yet, already, love completely, intimately – eternal.Blessed are the mothersUnfolding and cracked open Struggling to bloomEmpty stomachs, full arms, The messy bun solidified with dry shampooFor the fourth, fifth, tenth? Day in a row…
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endurance.
SometimesThe problem is notThe pain itselfThe painWe can handle but the duration – The unending needFor our enduranceWith no end in sight.How long can we hold on?Can we last in this fight?Without sign of the horizon -Without hope of the light.”The dawn is coming” someone whispersfrom distant shadowswe can’t touch.If we just hold on a…
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maybe
Apparently, if we don’t look after things, they can go bad -maybe even die.The garden unwateredWithersThe toy unlovedRustsThe fruit uneatenSpoils.The relationship unattendedLanguishes – maybe even dies.How terribleTo watch something with such potentialsuch hope and promisebecome dustdue to inattention.Let us chooseTo not take that which we loveFor grantedTo water the bloomsAnd watch them blossomTo take the…
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the future
It blasts off like a rocketSoaring out of your controlYou want to get it back But it’s too lateIt is already on courseAlready pursuing purposeAlready in the atmosphere.It sneaks up on you quietlyUnexpectedlyWhile you’re busyDoing 100 other things.Unaware, it announces itselfAnd takes your breath awayYou want to silence itAsk it to waitTo come back, when…
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diggers & unicorns
My son asked me to draw a diggerMy daughter asked for a unicornBoys love all things concrete, and concrete.Real, reliable, strong, dependableStrength you can touchLike the wheels on a dump truckAnd depend uponLike Spider-Man’s websUs girls are still chasing magicAnd the elusive beautyof all we cannot fully seeLike unicorns and fairiesTheir flight and whimsyBringing hope…
letters and lattes 