My mom, she, when I was just three,
Would binge operas of soaps, and she
Tethered to the television, after her sail
Home from Pearl Harbor, would not fail
To hug and kiss our butterfly eyes and cheeks.
She’d store mama’s milk in freeze for weeks.
As we’d march off to church crammed in car,
Mom saw her binge as a sin and went as far
As to stop watching all three, especially as
We’d call them Mama’s Soaps. Her new jazz
Is God and the bible, and her church friends.
Some have kids our age. On weekends
We’d go to explore the beach, but then
We all moved and Mama said Amen.
My brother, once said, Mom, you’re not old enough to
knit and crochet. She said, Then how do we learn to?
Rolling eyes…as at some point, she
Started writing, took up poetry.
Those rolling eyes and whys, recorded for posterity,
She reads to us one, two, three - her peculiarity.
Categories:
eldest, daughter, mother daughter,
Form: Bio
Eldest daughter cries a lot
Tries to hide the pain
But gets betrayed by her eyes
Pain reflected by palms
Blood running by her own wounds
Wounds she never hopes to treat
Neither anyone intends to...
She craves for a good sleep
Laying her head on her mother’s lap
Forgetting about her past and
dropping all her future worries
She just want to have a good sleep
She wants to be cared
Wants to be prioritised
Wants to be listened
Wants to be loved
Loved unconditionally..
Categories:
eldest, child, daughter, depression, grief,
Form: Free verse
I am the eldest, the pioneer,
The first in the line,
Every move I make is watched,
Every choice judged in time.
The trail ahead is un-traveled,
No footsteps yet in the sand,
I blaze the trail for those behind,
Without holding a parents hand.
The weight of the expectations,
The pressure to excel,
To set an example so perfect,
To follow every rule.
My siblings march behind me,
With almost no burdens to bear,
While I struggle under the weight,
Of being the eldest heir.
But though the path is harder,
The journey all my own,
I walk it with perseverance,
And wisdom I have grown.
For though I lead the way alone,
They follow in my tread,
The trail I've paved for them to walk,
The lessons that I have led.
So I walk on with purpose,
My footsteps leaving trace,
For those who come behind me,
I clear the trail with grace.
Categories:
eldest, life, parents,
Form: Rhyme
First time forever,
laying on my bed.
Is me and my eldest,
saying things we've never said.
So demanding in her ways,
she thinks she's getting heard.
But to me in my eyes,
shes just being a little turd.
I love her so deeply,
tried with all my heart.
to bring her up good.
and make sure were not apart.
so much to say,
to go against my words.
as i said in the second verse.
she's just a little turd.
17/05/2016
Categories:
eldest, anger, baby, beautiful, beauty,
Form: ABC
Joshua Louis Pokorny Sullivan
Joshua was a beautiful soul
always soaring about
He brought love, laughter to everyone
even those who knew him not
Joshua was a beautiful soul
always expressing himself through art
He brought beauty, color, and humor
to everything he crossed
Joshua was a beautiful soul
always kind, compassionate, and strong
He tried to keep going and going
obstacles all along
Joshua was a beautiful soul
always funny, comforting, and smart
He knew just what to say and do
to make him be apart of you
Joshua was a beautiful soul
a wounded bird that no one could catch
He wanted to live in a life of ease
feeling no pain or disease
Joshua was a beautiful soul
no more problems to attend
He lives in Heaven now
like the Rose of Sharon
Joshua was a beautiful soul
the only rose in a field of trees.
He will always be loved
and never forgotten
Joshua IS a beautiful soul.........
Holly Moore, and my son, Jonathan Sullivan
July 2012
Categories:
eldest, dedication, funeral, beautiful, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Methinks thou mayst receive mine words as false;
Her eldest daughter at a stew-house tups.
Come hither, pray - and see with thine own eyes
We lusty knaves surround that saucy wench
To make the two backed beast.
For Lisa’s Old English Scandal contest
Categories:
eldest, work,
Form: Blank verse