Have you seen women,
pushing life uphill
like Sisyphus—
without rest, without freedom?
They birth us,
they work even when their bodies ache.
They serve as if they are waiters
in a restaurant of endless demands.
They do not ask for joy,
they do not demand a pause.
Instead, they whisper prayers
for their family’s well-being—
faithful as devotees before a shrine.
And we—
children, husbands, in-laws—
what have we done?
Did we ever tell them:
“Rest today.
Live for yourself, if only for a moment.”
Even as their souls grow weary,
they keep giving.
So let us lighten their load—
a small help,
a little kindness,
so they may taste freedom,
even if only for a few minutes.
SWEET ANGEL
Sweet angel, you came
To me this morning
I was so shocked that you gave me no warning.
I guess this angel knew I was hurting.
And wanted to tell me that my heart was still working.
This angel sat down beside me.
And told me a story about my love ones.
Each loved one said they follow.
Every step I take
And in their hearts, they always wonder why
I never give myself a break.
The angel told them your dad.
Is always looking over your family
And every day he prays.
To find many other ways to love you
The angel then told me that she will
Follow me every step of the way.
Every night and day
My only request for my angel
Please send a message to Heaven.
In the skies above
And tell them to keep on praying.
For all my family, and also my other friends
That went to the Rainbow Bridge.
In the darkest hour,
The Devil thinks he's won,
Having dealt a heavy blow
To Goodness, Truth, and Love.
But as he smiles in triumph,
At the chaos and the pain,
For just a moment, he forgets
That Dawn is on its way.
And when the Sun arrives at last,
To pierce the blackness with its rays,
All of his evil work will fall,
For Night can never conquer Day.
Love changes everything, words oh so true
My world changed as our family crew grew
Day by day for you sisters, love did grow
The loveliest sisters that one could know.
Sisters you completely captured my heart,
Nothing and no one could tear us apart.
That goes for all those who love you to bits
Especially your children and grandkids.
So bouncy and lively, zesty and bright,
That's the way you go on sailing through life
You light up a room, soon as you appear
True gifts to the world, so precious and dear.
May today and the days that come after
Be filled with abundant love and laughter
Every moment a moment to treasure
For sisters who bring life so much pleasure.
Never change from the women that you are
Dear sisters to me you are Super Stars.
Holiday celebrations now start
As Christmas carols chime with delight
Marking long yuletide thanksgiving feast
That vanquishes dearth's attack…
Yes, our family yearns for reunion-bliss
Blest with God's love until New Year comes.
Seems like yesterday I heard your voice
floating through the window,
calling me in from the street
where childhood games stretched into forever.
Seems like yesterday the seasons felt endless,
summers of bare feet on hot pavement,
winters of breath drawn white against the dark.
We thought the days would never learn how to end.
Seems like yesterday
You were by my side,
steady in the quiet moments.
your eyes full of hope,
Your laugh pulled me forward,
steady and warm.
But life twisted the path
and I lost you
somewhere along the way.
Still…
when the wind brushes the trees.
I swear I hear you…
a part of yesterday
laced into today
reminding me love never leaves,
it only changes shape.
My son—
do not run.
Stay close,
the world is full of snares.
I have carried you
through nights of thunder,
through roads of hunger and dust.
My arms were a shield,
my breath your lullaby.
But now—
I cannot hold the storm.
My voice cracks,
yet still I sing:
My son, dear son,
walk gently,
do not stumble.
Your name is carved
in the marrow of my bones.
If the earth swallows me,
remember this:
I fought for the light
so you could rise.
Sing my song when you are weary.
Sing it as your shield.
And know—
even in silence,
I am beside you.
Time cannot lessen the joy from fun and family vacations
that ended in September for a new year of education.
At each age, September meant I would get pretty new clothes.
I would shop with Mama who had me try them on and pose.
I liked school's first day until high school fueled a need to preen.
September’s meanings ended when I graduated at seventeen.
To her mum's spanks,
let her cry on your tender shoulder,
oh, soft toy Teddy,
Through all her sleepless nights,
lull her to deep sleep
by her side remain steady.
When the weather burns hot,
soak her sweat away.
When cold wind whispers
let your warmth be ever ready.
Though you are a toy,
be more than that to her,
If you had a tummy
Let her feed you, as if you live.
Though, she dislikes your silver shade,
in the darkest nights,
let your brightness calm her fears.
Throughout her childhood
even for a breath, never leave.
Remain her best friend;
though wordless, speak to her heart,
for only in your comfort she believes.
Such were the tender words of my aunt's sermon,
to my beautiful Eliza,
for she fulfilled each promise
made to Aunty Jane
showering me with nothing but relief.
Joana, here I hand over to you Eliza,
from your grand Aunt to you my niece,
As it guided my childhood,
let it guide yours too.
Keep it clean, take good care of it.
As I hand it over to you,
one day hand it over to your niece too,
a bond of comfort
that will outlive just us two.
Many women feel they have lost themselves, either during pregnancy, postpartum, or maybe in the process of raising their children. We used to go have fun and do whatever we pleased, not worried about consequences. We used to wear clothes that showed off our bodies without hesitation or not leave the house without a full face of makeup. We used to be down to have fun anytime day or night no matter the hour. Now we take care of a house and family, worrying about getting everyone else squared away. Now we dress in whatever is fast, hiding the imperfections under baggy clothes just to feel comfortable. Makeup is never a thing unless it’s a special occasion or funeral. Now we have fun maybe twice a month if we are not too touched out by day's end. Never did I think I would have to schedule that quality time. You might not look the same. You might not feel the same. But keep pushing forward, I promise it will get better.
Love, your future self.
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family
photographs
are
windows
into
times passed
sweet
as well as
bittersweet
I am grateful to my family and friends
for giving me a lifetime of happiness and love…
and helping write the love story….
I’m blessed to be in the pages of.
What is the aspect of life? when your stuck in the matrix, do you still see the light?
Do your run, walk, or crawl? why in every turn there's a wall? And all you can do is call!.
But silence seeps through every crack!
And you look around and no one's calling back!
Why have faith, when you have doubt? It's like everyone's being a scout, looking out! giving us doubt, about every truth we seek out!
What is family?
cause family will do you like dirt, and then ask for satisfaction, but you hurt.!
We struggle everyday, but life's just a game we play.
Were all in the matrix phaze. All stuck in a daze!
JUST KNOW...
Life repeat's, until the end of days!.
By: Keanna Williams
Family Here and Above
I finally arrived and no more believing Linda's Lies
Sorry mom, your always right
A year coming soon since you left
Some days harder and the emptiness in my heart
God bless Angie and I thru our pain
Daily we talk about ya'll and stay sane
Our birthdays were hard without you three
Stay close by as we need ya'll always
We missing ya'll deeply
I am grateful that I learned long ago
two pieces of wisdom I hope, someday,
everyone will know.
Piece of wisdom number 1
to know before our life comes to an end:
Is…when our life is filled with joy and happiness
It’s best to share these times with our family and friends.
The second piece of wisdom to learn before our life is done:
When our life is filled with grief and sorrow
See piece of wisdom number 1
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