on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision
Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing
Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When
Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.
- Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -
Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To
Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And
Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom
- Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -
Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting
Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.
Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled
Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The
Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The
Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from
Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched
Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.
- It Hit The Back Harder -
Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand
From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.
- He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -
"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.
- His Hope For Her Had Withered -
Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,
Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles
Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,
Never Fully Understanding Where She Was
Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.
- Her Words Stifled By Mucus -
Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,
He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.
It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected
Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,
Delicately Supporting Her Neck.
- And Laying Her Down -
- He Kisses Her Forehead -
- "Goodbye My Sweet" -
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
R... Right or wrong I came here.
U.. uncertain of what life would be.
B... Because God wanted me here.
Y... Young, I was once.
L... Love I did find.
E... Envy - I never had.
E... Everyone will read my Epitaph.
A princess they say she was.
A princess, she came to be.
A princess was Ruby Lee...
Written by lucilla M. Carrillo
This is very true. Ruby Lee was a real
American Indian Princess. Her granddaughter
was a writer. In 2007 she asked me to write
a poem for her. She was 100 years old in
02/ of 2007. They wanted to collect 100
poems and read them all to her on her day.
Her granddaughter was then 44 years old.
She died 2 months later.
It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry
T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child
P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away
E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find herself
These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see
I miss you Baby, Girl....
Every day, I do.
D evoted to me from the start
O utstanding in care she imparts
N oble in fulfilling my needs
N oteworthy in words and in deeds
A ffectionate mother to me...
My Donna’s as sweet as can be!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Donna isn’t old enough to be my Mama, but she has the most beautiful heart of a mother and has taken me under her wing and adopted me as her daughter. I can’t tell you what a precious gift that is, especially since I lost my Mama 14 years ago….and I’m a BIG BABY at heart and need nurture and care. Thanks, Donna….for being in my life. I love you dearly!
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
Demeaning, degrading this is how you feel about your situation
Eating away at the person you once were
Memory – short term this is decreasing at an alarming pace
Embarrassed when you can’t remember someone you knew well
No longer able to do the things you once so enjoyed
Time – going back to the past, recalling things you cannot change
Imagination – things you see and hear that aren’t real
All I wish is I could have you back as you once were
Written in tribute of my amazing mum
7th March 2014
H ow can you doubt what you are to me
A ll what I dream and do is for you
L ittle I show, but, for you, I fight
A nd never doubt: you're my first heartbeat...
(to my first-born child, who is a beautiful young lady now and mommy's hero... Thank you
for being patient.. I promise I will spend less time at work :)
M... My life I would give for you.
Y...You are the reason I live.
D...Don't ever forget that I love you.
A...Always remember my words.
U...Uncover the mystery of your mind.
G...God loves you, He won't mind.
H... Have faith and you'll succeed.
T...Time will give you what you need.
E...Everything will fall in place.
R...Remember I love you always.
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I
Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding
Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do
Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and
Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am
Overwhelmed at times but still so very
Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift
Honored to be not only a mother but a friend
Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and
Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her
Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling
Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted
At the thought of who she or he would have been but
God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful
I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face
Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with
Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
written 4th Feb 2005
D is for your "delightful smiles
A is for your "all or nothing attitude
K is for the "kindness in your eyes
O is for the "overwhelming feeling you give
D is for all the "Dora you watch, continiously
A is for the "abundance of energy you have
H is for all the "heartbreaks you will cause
So tiny and cute
With a personality to boot
So loving and caring
Your love is almost, overbearing
S he washes the dishes for a dollar an hour.
M akes enough to buy for one, some milk and some flour.
I nflation has reduced the purchasing power.
L ittle kid at home makes it all worthwhile,
E very night when he eats and sleeps with a smile.
Dearest held me when I was just a babe, with hands so big and worn.
Always taking responsibility from the day that I was born.
Difficult was the work to give us food and a roof above our heads.
Daddy gave us coats and shoes and toys and a nice warm comfy bed ...
You gave us one thing that was the most, each day without complaint.
Serving your love and understanding on a never ending plate.
Girls think their dads are the best, but I for sure can say,
I know you are the best. Number one in my heart you will stay.
Rendering always the dearest to me; even when we are apart.
Love you dad for being you and giving me a start.
Product of a collaboration of Robert Pettit and Sally Smith
written 22nd March 2001
H is for the many "hearts you will break
A is for the "appreciation you feel for love
N is for the "never endless laughs we'll have
N is for the loving "nature that radiates from you
A is for "all the happiness you bring to my life
B is for your "bubbly smiles
E is for our "endless memories
L is for all the "love you give
L is for a "lifetime we have together
E is for the "eternal freedom I give to you
So bubbly and bright
You alway's have to be right
Compassionate and sweet
To everyone you meet
But never comparing
To the mum, you are forever sharing
S. Self sufficient
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature
Naturally is all you have to say
Ay i wake up to get my pay
Tell it through and true
U know i cant go our looking blue
Riding fancy clothes and wearing fast cars
All I have to do is aim for the stars
Lie to me like they lie to you
Looks like your dream has come true
You kneel then pray to see another day
Naturally that would be the last line but the lie i was told cant stop me from writing. It actually makes me write more and i know how it is on the road, coming out of bathrooms stepping on toads. Your life is pure so what is next, answer your phone very important text. Step outside to get some air, hiding from the people you thought you knew but found new friends in an empty room. Tired and breathing with fire from your chest, the door opens and you see that you will always be running from things you ran from in the past. Be a stop sign, posted on all most every street to stop the cars coming your way and when they pass you can resume your day.
Why Do I Love You?
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
When I tell you that I love you
Hurriedly you ask, tell me why?
You laugh when in dismay I sigh
Dare now, listen to some reasons
Obsess and parse them if you please
I love because God gave you to me
Life is good when I see your smile
Observe your wittiness and style
Valuable are your hugs so snug
Each time you travel I feel a tug
You bring pride and make my heart dance
Overawed I choose to love, not perchance
Utmost I love because you are you.
Kindhearted loving daughter
Always smiling, and enchanting
She stole my heart when she was born
A few mistakes I would make along the way but
Nestled in my arms I knew she would become the
Daughter I would love and cherish forever and a day
Remembering that moment, I've come to realize that
A beautiful young woman has blossomed right before my eyes
Quietly reserved, shining child of light
a once in a lifetime jewel forever bright,
a delicate soul nurtured with loving care
a perfect wished for blessing quite rare,
Uncommonly gifted, of royalty crowned,
a faithful daughter of heritage profound,
a down-to-earth progeny of maturity sound
a sparkling gem of jovial energy unbound,
Essence of majesty across twilight’s sky
an endearing joyful tear in a Mother’s eye,
a breathtaking tropical sunset firstborn
a wonderful treasure just once wellborn,
Epitome of a shimmering moonlit night
a brilliant star visible at dawn’s first light,
a warm-hearted cheerful soul pure of heart
a soul of character and wisdom at the start,
Nature’s magical life’s journey begun
a heart renewed yet evermore golden,
a precious pearl never before seen
a divinely promised heavenly dream,
Innately soft spoken, not easily stirred
a celebration of love politely heard,
a cherished genteel spirit blest on high
a Mother’s joy ever treasured nearby,
Exquisite demure unforgettable cutie
an enduring first impression of beauty,
an inspired spirited belle of the ball
a truly unique someone adored by all.
© Eugene Harvey
With a swish
In one breath, a
Had birthed hope..
Poet ~ Rick Parise
MY 7th Birthday (Bike)
written 22nd March 2001
E is for the emotions you show
M is for my little mother hubboard
I is for your impatience
L is for all the love you send my way
Y is for your way or no way
J is for all the joy you are bringing my life
O is for the overwhelming passion you share
So placid and true
Sent with eye's of heavenly blue
Filled with so much luck
For your alway's running a total muck
Angels gave you wings so you can fly
Never will they allow you to fall
God gave you to me to always love
Everyday with you is a gift from above
Loving you is always a pleasure
Always will your angels guide you as you fly
Brave hearted, an ambitious soul
Raving beauty, tip of the knoll
Intellectually tops the poll
Thoughtful friend, able to console
Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll
New adventures in her life stroll
Exceptional, she has big goals
Yearns for actions that make her whole
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS..........
Bestiality in human faces
Religion in disguised cruelty
Intolerance puts fetters upon morality
Never-ending bloodbath of humanity
Generations trapped in infinite cry for freedom
Brutality finds refuge in gothic arms
Affliction upon innocent souls
Concerned voices in the wilderness
Knell of terror in unison sounds echo
Ode to Sambisa occupies my mind
Under the forest in bondage dreams are
Reality that haunts mankind
Girlhood ruddled by stains of pains in captivity
Infinite cries, lies, pains, sadness………
Rationale for my anger
Let thy tears their doom spell
Silence already spoken.
Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by:
Years she shines sunlight in my eye
Something about her smile, the way it lights up her face
A quiet way about her; she treasures her personal space:
Reminds me of myself way, way back when
A quiet one, all the while knowing, knowing women and men:
Her quiet observations, her inner mystery will not be solved easily
written 22nd March 2001
P is for your "petite little smile
A is for your bright "angle eyes
Y is for all the "yarns you tell
T is for the little "temper you have
E is for the "eternal happiness you bring
E is for the "endless laughter that follows
N is for the "nagging questions you ask
A is for your little muck "attitude
You are my petite little angle eyes
With a story behind every lie
Giving attitude to everyone
Except, the one you lovingly call mum
Each day of my life will be dedicated to you
Zeal delivered, no one will ever have a clue.
Zestfully proud she is of her precious pink joy,
Each moment and every hour I shall deploy.
Love the Angels have delivered to my heart.
Laughs and giggles I will share from the start.
Ezzellle’s, precious benevolence shall impart.
Mommy will always love you so dear and true.
Yes everyone will be amazed in what we will do.
Precious baby of my heart and body divine,
I shall prove to everyone we will be fine.
New ideas and designs your life shall grant.
Kings and queens you would truly enchant.
Just remember forever, mommy loves you dearly.
Our hearts and souls are bound, ever so clearly.
You are my little pink joy, I adore sincerely.
I wrote thsi piece for Royal,,by remembering my joy and happiness and feelings when my daughter was born....
When I found you I could hear the river running in the distance,
as the water crashed over the rocks.
When I found you I could smell the aftermath of rain
hanging in the air.
When I found you I could see the trees, greenery, rocks
and river as they intertwine around me.
When I found you I could nearly taste
your kiss upon my lips as if it had never happened before.
When I found you I could feel the breeze around me
and the warmth as it grew inside me.
When I found you...
November 26, 2009
She walks with her head down,
She wonders with no purpose,
She has a mother who forgets her,
She has a father who dosnt want her,
She has parents who cant handle her,
What is she to do with herself?
She has two sets of parents,
Neither seem to want her,
She has a big family but,
None have time for her,
She hides her tears,
She hides her pain,
She hides the abuse,
She blocks people out.
This is her legacy ,
This is her story,
This is her life,
This is the girl with no name.
S uch a beautiful young woman
A lways helping others
R arely thinking of her needs first
A lso a fantastic mother
H ow lucky we are to have you
With love to my beautiful daughter
C...Cute, cuddly, wiggly dressed dressie
H...Holding Easter Baskets..fancy
I...Interested in the candy
L...Laughter smiles aren't they just dandy
D...Daughters, sons next generation
R...Reason for different celebration
E...Excitement bubbling forth fills air
N...Nothing like love of child is there
(Couplet and Acrostic combination..)
To my darling daughter maybe one day you will see,just how very special
and much yo mean to me.
Looking back through the years not knowing how I've managed to fight
back the tears.
The hurt and pain I feel inside is something I'll have to live with till the day
I don't understand where I went so wrong,if only I could have the chance
to do it over again how happy I'd be.
I know just where I'd start and that would be changing everything about
Maybe then we could be so close,instead of the person you disrespect
If only I knew how to make it better,that would be the greatest gift more so
than any card or letter.
For us to be closer than close like mom's and daughters are supposed to
It just doesn't seem like that is ever gonna be possible for you and me.
Lord knows how hard I've tried and in many different ways,to just be able
to hear those words to have my daughter say.
That she loves me and to let me hug her anytime I want you see,instead of
hateful hurtful things said and done and a hug you need to ask for one
don't hang on me.
To be able to kiss my daughters sweet face,and be welcomed with a warm
It hurts me more than you'll ever even begin to phathom or begin to see.
I'm just afraid that is how its always gonna be.
Just know that I am always here for you and love you no matter what
you do wrong.
I just wish I could be the person that would make you proud to say,
" Thats my mom ".
Doris is home
Oh! her throat is sore
Really feeling tired and wore
I want to sleep and rest
So just let me be quiet no jest!
(Dedicated to Brandi)
You came to my room.
Only I know your
Needs. You give up when you
Lay wake at night.
You have cried in the dark
Wanting my presence
Inside of your mind.
Still I protect you. Please don’t forget
How long ago, I promised my ear.
NOTE: I was recently asked to write an acrostic piece for a father to his daughter
on her fourth (I think) birthday. This is the resulting work. Luckily, the requestor
seemed to like it, so I am posting it here. T.
Cherished as you are throughout each waking day,
Amazement that you bring to light my weary way,
Residing in my heart, forever you will stay
Recipient of my love that never fades away,
Internally I sing and sometimes even pray,
Evermore my love, in all you do and say.
My child you are the sun when skies have turned to grey,
A beauty and delight, a vision to portray,
Evermore my love, my darling Carrie Mae.
Needing my guidance
In everyday life
Child of mine
Happy moments we embrace
Over our little mistakes
Lessons in life you learn
Every day growing older
once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane
Of God's children
Touching my heart the day you were born
A life filled with love to you I have sworn
Teaching you everything in hopes you will apply
You’re so smart that you keep my hopes high
Altogether you are practically perfect
No other child will I so fiercely protect
Always and forever I will love you. Mama
Gentle you were, in your smile
Involuntarily shaking limbs, until your
Tiny frame, into my hands, it slipped
Amusing me with gorgeous amusements
Negating in me those moments of meaninglessness
Joyfully, with tiny fingers
Affecting more life into my faltering being
Like the season of spring
Invigorating the shuddering mother earth
Vanished with your birth were
Ills that crippled us for fourteen years
Causing us to sing those songs
That makes God leap and dance!
Overwhelmed by a sudden birth, and
Remembering Tagore, we named you Gitanjali
Lillian means "Heaven's Flower."
I wonder do you know who I am?
Life is kinda empty without you in it my daughter.
Love between a father and daughter should be unbreakable!
I've watched you grow up these 7 years in photographs.
And it kills me I haven't been able to hold you.
Not a day goes by I don't think of you Lilly.
Jean was my momma's middle name given to you.
Everyday i pray you're doing well baby girl,
And you need to know you're my world.
Nothing or no one will ever change that!
*Lillian Jean Anderson is my youngest. She is 7 years old!
However more remarkable than simple words can say
Always putting on a smile to brighten up someone’s day
Never taking things for granted, always with a grain assault
Neither thinking of yourself, taking others blame for fault
Almost everyone you meet notice’s that you’re quite a pick
Hands over, you “rock” and you’re an all-time snazzy chick
More than that, to my heart you hold the key
And a wonderful daughter you are, as well as a BFF to me
Eternity isn't big enough to display, the love I hold for you Hannah Mae.
I love you Baby Girl
As the sun shines so brightly
I am always playing cheerfully,
Makes me realize that I have grown
Into an energetic personality that I can call my own,
Excited about being close to Mommy and Daddy because they're so special...
Playing with my sister, and even, looking for a seashell,
Listening to my heart and my soul
When expressing my feelings in art or whatever I do,
I live in a world of happiness and joy,
Of confidence and determination....that special glow,
Always surrounded by the love
That I have come to know.
D ark day will sometimes arrive
A nd when I think of my daughters I feel so alive!
U conditional love keeps me strong
G od's blessings never go wrong
H appeness overrules all my sadness
T hose three little girls I love with all I possess!
E ven if I'm having a bad day and things aren't going right;
R ed cheeks of laughter with my babies at play is a wonderful sight!
S o when dark moments arrive I think of them and feel so alive!!!!
*For Farah Chammas contest "My Favorite Things"
Baby girl how I miss you so!
Rest-a-sured, you're thought of more than you know.
I haven't been there for you and it cuts like a knife.
A huge part in my heart aches because I need you in my life!
Nothing can change the fact that I'm your daddy and you're my baby girl.
No one can ever again separate you from my world.
A raven haired Angel......
PS Family Brianna is my middle child. She is 9 years old. Hopefully my
dearest Audrey has put a pic of Brianna up on my facebook and myspace
so you guys can see her!
Dream with her and you will feel, your own reborn to life anew.
Allow her to be herself; don't try to make her you.
Uplift her self esteem and feel, your own soaring high.
Give her your world to tarry in, and she'll teach you to fly.
Hold tight the precious memories, of her every days.
Thank God for lending her to love, teach her of his ways.
Exclaim your love at every turn, never let her doubt.
Remember life before she came, how'd you live without?
Before you say you failed again, you must start.
Even before pride can be lost, you must try.
Tell me you have begun, without any part,
Realize that waiting is not enough for a cry.
Again you say, tried I have and failed myself.
You must commence an action for it to fail.
Early on, we learn that pride sets on a shelf.
Dear sweet one; you have my faith for sale.
Another year has passed; I shared your burden.
Gaining hope; expecting some movement at first.
Ageless drug obligation in youth an overburden,
I had faith, funds of love, I made matters worst.
Now betrayed, I await downfall, I unburden.
for contest by Olusegun Adelana
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Pretty as a painting
Amusing in her way
Young in her heart
Tenacious every day
Only child did I bear
Never to be replaced
Jocular at every chance
Eventually she got displaced
An angel she is from above
Never thought I was capable of such love
Amish families weep as they bury their
Murdered daughters; those poor
Innocent little girls torn from their lives and
Sacrificed on an altar of self-pity by a suicidal man.
Heavy hearted we watch these quiet people who
Take nothing from us and ask for less,
Readily forgive without question the man responsible.
Asking not for vengeance or justice, but also
Going to his wife and children in peace;
Embracing them in the love of God and
Demonstrating the true meaning of forgiveness.
Yes, I believe they shame us.
Yellow golden hair
Know that you have lost your mind,
Eyes so open, yet so blind,
Listen to your mother, dear,
Life will treat you rough, I fear.
You have chosen such a path,
Might you suffer Karmic wrath,
Yet you're blind to your own fate,
Don't you see your huge mistake?
Alas, my heartbreak is so strong,
Understand, I did you wrong,
God forgive me for this sin,
Hope is lost, the dread begins,
Try to understand your thinking,
Even though it's due to drinking,
Roses dying in my hand, lifetime shifting like the sand.
By being mean first, a sense of strength is acquired
Unfortunately, it is false strength, actually weak
Letting others see them flex their fake muscles
Learning, not, to ever turn the other cheek
Yet, they seem to always need a posse or a group
In their attempts to look real tough, but never do
Never do they admit that they are weak and insecure
Giving the perpetual image of a bully to me and you.
Daylight almost always found you
~ Bible in hand rocking by the fire.
Already you had done more than some
~ men do in a day and were about to leave for work.
Doing the work of two men Half your age
~ a factory slave for most of your life.
Daring to marry a young 'un they said wouldn't stay
~ staying together to raise eight. Praying us grown.
You left to soon you know. That Sunday before day
~ Bible at hand, Sitting in your chair. One Last I love you.
I wanted to tell you so many things.
~ I wanted to ask you more questions.
Longing for you. Sometimes I smell your cigar
~ and I feel that you are near.
One of the cool breezes I feel touch me.
~ If I turned would you be there?
Very Likely wearing that Dark green sweater
~ that Mama knitted and you wore so often.
Every day I think of you rocking
~ eyes sometimes closed but not asleep.
Yes, I know you loved every one of us.
~ your children, your brothers, sister, Wife.
One day, we are taught, that we will meet again
~ in Heaven where some circles will be broken.
Until then we miss you Daddy. Mama is lonely
~ and I just wanted to say Daddy I love you!
Dainty at birth; still quite the same
Admiring life’s wonders; seeking your fame
Unique in your ways; each and every one
Gentle little voices; as warm as the sun
Heartfelt glances, mom is under your spell
Tender constant touches; knowing you’ll do well
Emotional and moody; my girls are all of this
Rarity supersedes the shade with an award of eternal bliss
Patience of the saints, no doubt, in me deeply burn
I cry, in my nocturnal solitude, for your final return
Live…and die only in own image, to me, you entrust
I will love you and will cherish you forever, till I last
Peeling your brown smooth skin offshore, just to clothe
I am your lasting joy, I know, but, dreams’ for us both
Never had I questioned your plea, for the world to see
Although I bleed, from repression, you’re certainly free
Sons and daughters, wherever you are, remember me…
© Stacy Lynn Stiles