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Mommy loves me more than laundry
More than dirty dishes too
She’d rather spend her time with me
Than doing things others do
She would rather play with me
Than take a nap or sew
I love Mommy ‘cause she loves me
More than any TV show
She’s always there to pick me up
And love away my tears.
She prays to Jesus every night
To keep me from my fears
She gobbles like a turkey
And loves to dance around
I always smile; always laugh
She’s better than a clown
She’d rather eat her food all cold
So she can feed me “HUM”, and
Then wipe my face and clean the
Walls and floor of food I’ve flung
Mommy makes the greatest faces
When I do something she likes
But, saves the best for when she finds
She’ll need the baby wipes
She mostly talks like grownups do
But tries to talk like me
She hasn't mastered yet just how
To speak in baby-ese.
If there’s just one thing I could say
To Mommy when I’m grown…
“Thank you for who you are
And the love you’ve always shown.”
Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.
But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.
Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.
Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.
And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...
Or be consumed by your fears.
I’ve placed it in the most visible place
This old photo of black and white
Taken in 1943, the edges worn and frayed
Papa, Mama, Winnie, eyes bright
Though one by one they’ve all gone
They’ve left legacies of love, faith
And the sweet memories linger on
This beautiful photo transmits
When I look at their eyes
Warmth and gentleness residing
Dressed in their best, wearing subtle smiles
Beauty is captured, surviving!
Inspired by a beautiful photo of my parents and eldest sister...R.I.P.
A baby fawn leaps into the meadow,
I hold my breath and try not to scare.
I watch in beauty as she grazes,
And smile as she becomes aware.
She stares at me intensley,
Eyes deep with young innocence.
She slowley goes back to her grazing,
Her ears flickering to my presence.
She takes a sip from the stream,
Before she frolicks toward the trees.
She looks back at me one last time,
Then hops through the autumn leaves.
An emptyness sets inside me,
For now the fawn is gone,
Left out all on her own,
To defend herself towards harm.
To know i can't protect her,
Sets my stomach in unease.
But I tell myself she's happy,
As free as the flowing breeze.
Because sometimes to hold on,
Can hurt the one you love,
And even the sadness of her being gone,
She will be pain free from up above.
Lying in the cold sterile room
Tentatively tracing a soft pattern on the chair.
My husband’s ashen face
Staring blankly at the bleached white walls.
Calming myself with each breath
Waiting patiently for the news.
She slowly enters with a kind smile
Immediately I feel my anxiety weaken.
She looks at the intimidating screen
Suddenly the frantic sound fills the room
The sound I will never forget, but long to hear again
The sound of a thrashing propeller somehow submerged in water.
The screen becomes a transparent window
For the first time we gawk at our child.
How I have prayed and imagined seeing him.
How I have worried for everything to be alright.
We entered with unspoken concerns
Leaving with joyous hearts
Proof of our little child
Growing healthy with the strong sound of love.
Mittens and booties
little hands and feet
nice little cap
worn on little head
Cute little fingers
delicate to touch
wrap so tightly
in my big rough hands
in your bright little crib
a soft breathing sound
come from your tiny lips
I've dreamed of these moments
when you were in my womb
but God has other plans
and took you away so soon
I never saw your face
nor hear your first cry
you were gone from me
without knowing why
I cried so much that day
when i lost you to fate
you became an angel
to watch me from above
She's just turned six year old and so
Her baby teeth are primed to go.
But one, reluctant to vamoose,
Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose.
Our Amy doesn't seem to mind.
She is not the conceited kind,
And has more things to think about
Than a laggard tooth that won't fall out.
If you chance to see beguiling grin
With a tooth that is more out than in,
You have seen our Amy, there's no doubt
And her baby tooth that won't fall out.
My friend I want you to know
That happy for you I am
As before the coming snow
You will have a baby in a pram.
Your shower today was nice
I thought I could handle it.
But my heart is not ice
For jeaousy I feel this I admit.
I feel like a loon
My babies gone
No lullabies to croon
No being woke at dawn.
I thought I could handle this
Be here for my dear friend
But there is gaping abyss
And I do not want to offend.
This your day to shine
And do well to not frown
And to not even let out a whine
Though in sorrow I drown.
I leave the shower
My wounds to lick.
In my own space cower
Pain in my heart does stick.
I am now alone
I lay here and cry.
In agony I moan
And in misery I sigh.
I really am a lousy friend.
For how can I feel sad?
How can I make amends
and tell you why I am bad?
No more baby showers for me
I cannot do this
To much pain for this to be
For me there is no bliss.
My arms do so ache
For the babies that are mine.
How much more pain can I take?
How much longer will I pine?
Can anyone understand
What I truly am?
A mother in no man's land
Whose tears have broke the dam.
A mother who misses
Her children each day.
I miss thier kisses,
Their bedlam and fun way.
Why can I not heal?
Why must agony sear
And my fate and theirs seal
For this I do fear.
I thought I was doing good
But as you can see
This pain gets me where I stood
And still gets the best of me.
Hush now, baby, hush
The time to speak has passed
Draw in closer, love, to me
Let me feel you now at last
Hush now, baby, hush
Move in and touch my lips
Let your words be in your kiss
For honey from them drips
Hush now, baby, hush
Give your hands voice to speak
Can’t you sense, my darling man
That your presence makes me weak
Hush now, baby, hush
Let your body love convey
This message is well received
My own knows just what to say
I am trembling to the core
Let my breathlessness and moans
Be my plea to ask for more
Eileen Manassian Ghali
WHAT IS RATED E? Rated EILEEN! ;) Entertaining.....HOPEFULLY! Sensual...MY way!
My mommy used to tell me that
I had such tiny toes
Which she counted, one to ten
While tapping my little nose.
It was difficult to believe it;
How could I have been so small?
To fit in tiny booties and slippers
I could not believe at all.
Until one day I took a look
At the album my mum had found.
It showed: me dressed in diapers and
Some mud from off the ground.
If I knew I was dirty, I didn't care
Or my disdain was shown as a grin
And ten tiny toes all curled around
The same mud I stood in.
Such memories I still cannot recall
But I must believe it to be true.
I still don't think I fit in those booties.
(In that picture I had no shoes!)
The picture I used was one of me when I was
two or three years old. I was standing in my
grandma's garden, muddy but smiling with
little dimples. Good times, good times.