Best Godmother Poems
a renown temple
separate queue for Ladies
child cries for father
I know it is your job
To please the young children,
And orphans and maids.
To grant their wishes and hope they will behave.
I know you must fly around this way and that.
To help out all the kids, whatever they need.
But I will just say that your daughter is here,
Looking out of a window upon a small star,
Wondering when her mother will return
And grant her daughter’s wish.
I wish for you to be with me
For longer than an hour.
But I know you have work to do
Helping the other children, and women.
I just wish I had a Fairy God Mother too.
Like opening my window
On the first day of spring
I just have to hear her name
To feel that same burst of intensity
Fresh and charged with energy
Her love for me her goddaughter
Her devotion to La Familia
Her compassion for humanity
Her incessant boundless creativity
Her effervescence and zest for life
I hear her name and feel the hurt inside
For the grief that will never heal
Yet she taught me to be strong
And carry on so I pick myself up
I do my best to made her proud
AP: 3rd place 2022
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
F anciful fabulous fairyland
A geless adulation awaken
I rrevocably immortalize
R egal radiant recollection
Y earning yesterday’s youthful yearbooks
G lamorous gadgets gimmicks girdles
O utrageous outfits overindulge
D efiant delay deny demise
M ighty mascaraded matriarch
O utlandish opulent obscession
T wilight Twinkle Twiddle Twitter Tweet
H eed hopeful hallucination
E nsorcellment endowed elixir
R adical Revamp Restore Reverse
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
My godmother passed
On August the 9th
Her age was 91 years
A long life she had
A funeral gathering held
For family and friends
Only a party of 10 allowed
Then another group next
She was loved by family
As well as her friends
A very sad time for all
She will be missed
A cremation held
A trip to New Brunswick
To rest with her husband
They will now be together
She will be remembered
By family and friends.
tiger lily was tired of being beautifully stagnant.
Bored, she was tired of standing on this hill, facing the sun.
Every year same oh, same oh.
Her faerie godmother came by. What do you need?
I need to bounce around, to see the world.
Poof! She became a beautiful ball!
She cradled Sarah
in such a precious way.
We could see
not only was the baby vulnerable
but also Lynne.
Two years before
we had met in hospital;
there cradling her own
Sharon
whose head swelled
and swelled
with continual distress
and seizures
from encephalitis;
no treatment in those days –
just tender care.
It was tragic
at the graveside –
tears and hugs.
Now
she had bravely said 'yes'
to Janice
and become Godmother
to Sarah.
Her grief wounds
exposed
yet transfigured
by the new life she held
so precious.
I visited an empty house today
I found elephants with mirrors on its hide
And a dromedary with fluffy yarn
That raggedy Anne wore for hair
I asked if I could have the records
She had given me one year when I had
Turned six years old and had a bunk bed
And an electric ionizer next to
A terrarium with a newt that
I cared about but did not understand
Why her life was as important as mine.
TONY THE PONY’S LITTLE PRINCESS
PART TWO
Two weeks ago, we got a very excited call
From our friends on the farm,
Tony’s sexy young lady,
Shady,
Had given birth to a small
Beautiful baby pony,
She was named Charm!
Over the following week they sent
Us many a Whats App, with photos galore,
My heart sung, this longed for event
Had finally come, Tony a father, proud
To his very core!
Our friends knew how Tony and I
Had bonded,
As he had stood under the cedar tree,
And knew that I really, honesty
And earnestly wanted
To be the first to know, I shrieked
With glee!
Tony and Charm posed for a photo
Which duly, was forwarded to me.
I was so happy and proud of Tony, Shady
His lady, and Charm,
Who would live a wonderful life,
On Betty and Bill’s farm!
But we are planning a trip
To visit my god-daughter,
Yes, that was the privileged title
Given to me, I wanted to flip
My lid!
Can you just imagine, how awesome
It will be,
To see
And meet Charm!
But what present do I take to
A two month old pony, your input is vital!
Perhaps if you wish to comment
You could advise me what to
Give Charm,
Tony’s little princess, who lives a carefree
Life With her mom and dad on
Our friends, wonderful farm!
The carriage arrived at the ball a few minutes fashionably late.
Which was exactly what Fairy Godmother had hoped for.
However, the carriage was empty.
The door opened and no one appeared.
Where is she? F.G. asked the footman.
He did not talk.
Neither did the driver.
Fairy Godmother was not allowed the luxury of this kind of mistake twice.
Her supervisors appeared from the ether.
First you let Snow White run off with a dwarf,
And now you have lost Cinderella.
What kind of a reenactment are you running here?
At least she got Red Riding Hood home safe, said Pinocchio.
His nose grew a foot in seconds.
That cinched the deal.
They revoked Fairy Godmother’s license.
Lilting voice of tender carriage
Defined her gentle being
As time had not dismissed
Her childlike charisma
Laughter often narrates thought
When memories give rise
Recalling her demeanor
In sweet tempered innocence
For in a world of dusk and gloom
Her light, a shimmer fair
Would offer loving respite
From course of heart’s concern
Though now her voice no longer
Carries forth the air we breathe
It will surely live forever
In the care of those who loved her
Dedicated to my loving Godmother
who slipped away to sing elsewhere
7/24/18
I was deep in the bowels of depression alley
When I realized no prince or fairy godmother was coming
The only person who could save me was me.
Was I ready to do it? Or did I need more “poor me” time.
I like pitying myself sometimes, enjoy licking my wounds.
Love to go over the scenario, making someone else the villain.
Sometimes I do not like taking blame for my actions.
This was one of those times, so I went back to bed in my dark room.
I soon realized I was only hurting me, so I resolved to change.
I began to dance, wildly enjoying a better me of myself, feeling better.
You'll make a fantastic girl,
So, slip on your converse slippers.
You'll have fun with a fairy
In the land of dreams galores.
Your charm is equal to a dress set on a whirl,
So, transform while afloat in aquatic spheres.
Though you soon forgotten your friend of a fairy,
You were born anew, so your soul finally soars.
She walked the path of righteousness
where her foot, through faith,
would not be moved.
Her days were long
but still she walked
the way of which the Lord approved.
Mother of my mother,
the love you bear for every soul
I cannot imitate,
for it was real
and true to heart:
a love the that I must intimate.
The accolade you would refuse,
and humbly so decline
but honour bound to any other
who bears a cross with such resolve
while teaching me to do the same,
I can't endear like you, Godmother!
Her life has been progressively sad
Day to day stuff perpetually bad
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
She bought glass slippers at the thrift store
Cannot keep pretending they fit any more
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
Her prince is not coming. Dreams not for likes of she.
Angel masks depression, where can she be?
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?