SLEEPING IN THE FROSTY AIR-2008
HER HAIR SHIMMERED WITH SNOW IN THE BLUSTRY COLD
HER NOSE WAS SCARLETT RED.
HER FINGERS BARELY MOVING,
THEY WERE ALMOST FROSTBITTEN DEAD.
HER EYES LIDS WERE FROSEN SHUT,
ICECYLES HUNG FROM HER CHEEKS.
SHE WAS SO SMALL… A NEW BORN I SUSPECTED,
GIVE OR TAKE A COUPLE A COUPLES.
HER TUMMY MOVED SLIGHTLY
AS SHE BREATHED IN THE FROSTY AIR.
HOW HAS SHE SURVIVED,
SHE WAS ALMOST BARE.
A PINK BLANKET WRAPPED HER UP,
AS SHE LAY IN THAT OLD WICKER BASKET.
SOMEONE LEFT HER TO DIE,
IN THIS UNCONVENTION CASKET.
I BROUGHT HER IN,
NEXT TO THE FIRE WE LAY.
NOW 13 YEARS HAVE PASSED,
AND SHE IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO THIS DAY.
I am up
In the morning
Sitting upon my stony steps
Looking
At the horizon-
The sun would not be
Gracing us with its
Presence
Yet.
For I am
The only one awake,
Breathing the bitter yet
Delightful dewy air
That only
The mistful morning
Can bring.
People are still sleeping
but not I.
I am waiting
For my day to begin
When the sun shows
Its yellow rays
Upon the tree tops
Of maple, oak and pine
And when it turns
My shadowed grass green
And makes my house
Come alive with warmth
As the rays knock at my door
And peek through my windows
A little unknown company
That is welcome at my door
365 or 66 days a year.
For I am
The only one awake,
A silhouette upon these gray stairs
On
Transition-2008
To Tarrah
I am not a child anymore.
I do not blast my music until my ears ring.
I do not pass love notes, play dress up,
Or jump in mud puddles in the spring.
I am not a child anymore.
I do not sleep with a teddy bear.
I do not write I love whoever on notebooks,
Or tell on people who do not share.
I am not a child anymore.
I do not have sleepovers; tie up the phone line,
Or play house-
I am not seven, eight, or nine.
Like a change in the seasons…
I am not a child anymore.
I am a mother
To a beautiful
Blonde hair, blue-eyed
Daughter.
My Damnedest- 2008
You don’t care about me
So don’t say you do.
I see you roll your eyes
When I say I love you.
I must admit
I am not being truthful or straight.
There are times I say “love”
When really I mean to say “hate.”
I cannot rewind the clock
Back to when we felt right.
But I cannot stay here
When all we do is fight.
I have tried my damnedest
To be your lover and best friend.
But you seem to have given up
And our relationship we cannot mend.
We cannot play this out
When it is all a big lie.
We either need to work at this “love”
Or say an ending goodbye.
Drive
To: Tarrah
Her face lit up
Like the color of the car.
5 speed pink convertible
She wouldn't get very far.
Radio turned off
The horn wouldn't blow.
This car was still for sale,
But that she didn't know.
Two seats
One for a friend
She wanted it so bad,
But only had a quarter to spend.
With no way to make it run,
No money to take it off the lot,
And mama says no too-
It’s time to hit the road walking for this tot.
FARM DAYS-2008
I stood there and watched the animals
As they paraded through the mall.
I touched the dogs, rabbits, turkeys, chicks
And the cow that was really tall.
I put my finger on a tractor
I got a sticker from the Dairy Queen.
She's had a sash and a crown
But no ice cream.
I watched the dogs
As they jumped and ran
To the voice
Of a man.
I jumped in a bouncy thing,
That made my hair a static ball.
I ran around and tried to stand,
But every time I tired I would fall.
I ran through a pumpkin,
In some corn I played.
I tired myself out
So I came home and laid.
I fell asleep
Too tired to talk.
But I had fun at Farm Days
It was quite a walk.
Ode to Mother’s- 2008
We can’t sleep on our bellies
We don’t fit in our shoes.
We gain a bunch of weight
We think will be impossible to lose.
Our fingers get fat
Our rings don’t fit
We can never get up
The moment we sit.
Our jeans have elastic
And barely stay up to our waist
We are hungry 24/7- eating everything
Or just begging for a little taste.
We are tired and sick
We cannot eat our favorite food
Our hormones are out of control
And so is our mood.
We have crazy cravings
For things no one should ever eat
Our bellies and breast fill up with stretch marks
We eventually lose sight of our feet.
Our bladders are overloaded
The bathroom becomes our sanctuary
Our one comforting thought is
It is only nine months to carry.
We have aches in our backs
We waddle when walk
We bring up the baby
Every time we talk.
We toss and we turn
We get kicked in the ribs
Our house becomes infested
With toys, clothes, bottles and bibs.
When labor begins
We endure the pain, blood, sweat and tears
Then have to worry about our precious baby
For the next so many years.
Whether you have a
Daughter or a son
Our hearts
Is what our children have won.
We get up in the middle of the night
When they cry or scream
Go in, find a pacifier
And rock them back into a dream.
We change their diapers
And feed them mush
Tell them it is okay
With a slight little hush.
We are their mother
We deal with it all
From sickness to happiness
Throwing food and drawing on the wall.
We kiss their boo-boos and scrapes
If they bumped or fell
We teach them to walk and talk
Read, write and spell.
We hold their hand
To cross the street
Give those veggies and say,
“These, you must eat.”
We tell them no
And they get mad
We are their shoulder to cry on
When they are down and sad.
We teach them to count 1, 2, and 3
We teach them their a, b, and c’s
We tell them to be polite
And say thank you and please.
We think our kids are the best
They are super-swell.
We love them dearly
Unconditionally as well.
Although we find parenting
A bunch of fun
A mother’s job
Is never completely done.
A Couple Words to My Past-2008
As I step out of the shower,
I run across your embroidered name on my chest.
And I remember the past
That I thought I laid to rest.
You bruised my skin,
You bloodied my nose.
I love him, he loves me,
You know how the halfhearted story goes.
Everyone was there
Watching you beat out my tar.
Stand and starring
Knowing that will leave a scar.
Pulling my hair,
Yelling in my face.
Your family doesn’t know
But to them you are a disgrace.
Who is to fight me and state
That all of what I say is a lie?
I am just the beaten girlfriend
And you are just the abusive guy.
When the Anniversary of 9/11 Comes-2008
As we look back,
To where all the pain began...
The only thing that we can do
is stand.
Stand for our freedom,
And for what we are fighting for.
Our nation was wounded
Bruised and sore.
But we jumped up
To get the bad guy down.
We are a nation
that stands on our own ground.
You may have taken their lives,
You may have broken some hearts,
But because of your coward ness
This is where our fighting starts.
It is not about revenge,
the innocent shouldn’t pay.
So we will march through your country
until that glorious day...
When we find you
and take you down.
When you will stand before the real judge of this earth
with angels all around.
You won’t be able to fight it,
When you face Him for the ultimate price.
You may have gotten away from us,
but you can't hide twice.
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