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WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
Changing Diapers and Midnight Feedings
were just a few things i had to
do...
Holding, Kissing, and Smiling Proudly
is all i could do, when i saw you sleeping
soundly.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I began pulling the cover's up on you,
making sure that you were nice and warm..
Just as i did, back then, when you were a
newborn.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I see nothing but pure perfection on your
face,
For you are My Creation, My Reflection, and the
Harmony that fit's perfectly into
place.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I sit here thinking about our day today.
Bouncing Balls, Running Races, Screams and
Calls with Smiling Faces.
"Come Daddy, Let's Play! " I heared you say..
and at that moment, i wished that every day could
be this way.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
You have reached the age of three..
tossing and turning in your sleep.
As your eyes began to open..starring at me,
still very sleepy, saying in a whisper..
" I Love You Daddy!", Then falling back to sleep,
For this is a moment frozen in time, that i will always
charish and keep.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
I thank God for blessing me with you..
My Son
My # 1 and My Best Friend until the
end.
For i am your father in every way...
My Prince, My Prescious...the face that lights up my faith...
and
The spirit that fills my heart
everyday.
WHILE YOU LAY THERE SLEEPING....
So continue to dream sweet dreams...While your
Smiling and Calling for me in your
dreams.
For this is my bedtime story for tonight, I love you my son,
let me turn off this light, but first..let me give you a kiss..and
wish you a goodnight...
The End!!!
.
Everything in life
Came easy to me.
That all changed
When I got my own family.
Dirty diapers, late night feedings
& so much crying.
It was spiritually, mentally
& physically trying.
I'd do it all again
That was the best time
Of my life.
I was a husband, a father
With kids & a wife.
It felt good to hold my child
He always smiled, when I did.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Damn I love that kid.
I spoiled him rotten
He was my pride & joy.
Then God & my wife blessed me again
She bore me another boy.
My wife enjoyed watching me
Play with my sons.
She said, you are a terrible hubby
But as a dad, you're number one.
She already had children
Before we met.
I raised them as my own
I love them all, I have no regrets.
I'd pray every night
Thanking God for blessing me.
With this beautiful wife &
My perfect family.
Her (our) daughter is so bright.
She's gifted, smart.
She has a beautiful spirit
She has her mother's caring heart.
Her (our) oldest son is a
Mama's Boy & that ain't a bad thing.
Mess with his mama
& watch the drama he would bring.
Her (our) middle child
Is cool & laid back.
He's going to be a heart breaker
That is a fact.
Her (our) younger child
He is so smart & oh so clever.
He has a special place
In my heart, I'll cherish him forever.
Her (our) youngest child
Is always happy, like he's floating on a cloud
He's always doing something, to make his mother & I proud.
My (our) oldest daughter
Is an adult, with children of her own.
We (I) wasn't there for her
She had to do it alone.
I miss all my children dearly
This is a pain I didn't know that could exist.
It hurts to longer be with them.
My life was perfect when I was with them
Believe me they are missed.
This separation from them
Is unbareable as hell.
I hope & pray each night
That my children are doing well.
Whatever wrong I did to deserve this
I know I had to have overpaid that debt.
This as low as I ever been
To lose my children is my biggest regret.
I try to move forward
But it's hard to stand tall.
LaToya, Buffie, Jaloni, Larry, Jimmy & Joshua
I LOVE YOU ALL.
Atmosphere is anybody there
World spinning around is anybody here
my love the skies are so great
Our hearts melt in the clouds wake
Till dusk of day the night feedings
Rain clouds away drippings
Misunderstandings Miss identifications till days dawn
Crawling skies
~
Anybody there, anybody here
Sunshine's beauty is great Wandering Minds
Sun Cross the sky changing of times
Till the sunset clouds Thunderings
Is all I do while waiting for the moon's plungering
Those rain clouds away clouds turning blue
Misunderstandings miscommunications today's gone true Skies calling
2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Invisible yet invincible
By Michelle Morris
17/10/2021
A tender moment
between a mother and her babe
nuzzling for nourishment
creating a bond so great
Beyond comprehension
invisible yet invincible
forever in consciousness
forever merged hearts and souls
Forged in blood
in late night feedings
early morning greetings
roundabouts and swings
More tender moments
a lifetime of promises
searching for individuality
whilst wanting to stay bonded
Relationship milestones
time marches on
age makes no difference
to a mother's protective arms
Always in touch
no distance can erase
telepathy brings
emotions to the surface
Nothing is stronger
more gentle
more right
than the bond between
a mother
and
her child
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Lucky is a red ear slider terrapin who currently lives with me.
For all intents and purposes, let's refer to Lucky as a she.
I named her Lucky because it was lucky that I just so happened to be
at the same place where Lucky was abandoned so very cold heartedly.
In a small fish bowl, on the curb, left out with the trash was she,
but I happened by, saw her and rescued Lucky.
She now lives a life of relative comfort and safety
in the 55 gallon aquarium that I have provided for she,
where she can bask on her float or go swimming freely,
or forage through the gravel searching for something to eat.
Lucky's stay with me however is only temporary.
When she has grown large enough to successfully compete
among other foragers in a habitat more naturally,
that will be the day when I inevitably set Lucky free
to live the rest of her life the way it was intended to be.
I would prefer however in all honesty
a man made pond on someone's private property,
perhaps stocked with fish, frogs and other turtles already
where routine feedings occur regularly.
Should anyone know of such a place that would freely
accept a red ear slider turtle into their sanctuary,
I would appreciate it if you could somehow inform me.
Heartfelt appreciation would also be extended from my gal Lucky.
If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
Adult X
_____________________________
Two sets of eyes locked in trance,
sexually speaking in advance
You know, I know she says
as if the answer was already yes.
Two sets of hands embrace,
both sets of feet move in pace
two sets of clothes hit the floor
they both turn and lock the door.
Both then untuck the covers,
such are two passionate lovers
both locked in mortal sin
both letting the other in.
Two sets of hearts loudly beating,
both with hunger needing feedings
two sets of lips connecting
gasp and moans and lots of sweating.
Two sets of moans loudly speaking
both sticky from the leaking
both spooning with the other
two people who love each other.
Sometimes in the heat of passion,
there are love and lust and even laughing
at least there will be no crying
for pleasure felt has no denying.
8/16/14-Jessica Thompson
You have been golfing your time away when
When your authority is dying and babies are crying
You have been golfing your time away when there is
no coffee in the pantries, and no food on the kitchen table
You have been golfing your time away when the
baby’s milk is spoiling in the kitchen sink and the
pigeons are dying. The roosters are crowing aloud
and the lions and tigers are gallivanting about with
a headless crown .Christmas and Thanksgiving is
a time for family gathering but millions had nothing
to share because many people were not there. Some
have been torn apart, others are left in the dark while
others are still six feet below the ground and their spirits
are prowling around . You are golfing your time away
When the postal service man and the courier service van
did not get an extra dollar to add salad to their
evening supper. The nights are cold, the rooms are dark
and the rich is singing and shouting amen hallelujah over a lavishing dinner. Listen carefully to what I have to say and don’t let your pride get
in the way. You must pay attention to what is transpiring around and read the messages that nature is sending you.
The big and bold the bright, smart and beautiful is the
the cardboard laptop woman who have been feedings you
I need your help with enhanced technology and resources to feed my belly
They have sworn to cut off my head and replaced it with a chicken head
but the chicken head fell to the ground before you could get to my
throne .Keep your eyes on the ground and look carefully at the hole
It is difficult to roll the ball in and you cannot throw the dice in
The ground is baked with rum punch and fruit cake
You have missed the shot because the covering around the hole and the hot grass on the lawn was too shallow .The heat is chiming in and you have to pay for your sins. You have been golfing your time away and don’t have time to pray. You tweet bad news in the middle of the night and your ego have made many sighed. Look up at sun and tell me what you see? the sun is shining with intensity in the sixth degree, and the galaxy is moving ferociously around you .It is time bury the guns and close the chapter behind you. The golf hole is closed and at midnight the lights will go out and darkness will descend upon the golf courts.
Reaching out in this darkness. Screaming with silence, my tears pouring with violence from the return to my cries always being with silence. Used for my kindness and condemned for my reaction somehow always being violent. Sick of being quiet and looked down upon for my loss of strength and crying. My soul daily is dying, don't you get that i'm not lying when I tell you i'm trying? I stand desperately fighting to find anything to keep me smiling. Anger within me becoming more frightening as my evil demonic darkness becomes increasingly inviting. Thinking of climaxing while listening to you dying. Realizing i'm closer then ever to letting go of what that fine line has been dividing. So my question now being, is it so uneasy to ****ing open your eyes and finally see me, before i'm totally overtaken by my blood thirsty demon and it begins it's uncontrollable violent feedings?
Form:
The sparrow cannot help being tireless.
The banyan cannot help being sheltered.
The moon cannot help being constant.
And I cannot help being Amma.
Even in my sleep, I dream of your healing.
Even in my sadness, I love my purpose.
I swim in the rivers of my devotion.
I climb through the mountains of my fatigue.
My hands move from cradle to cooking pot,
From your fevered brow to folded laundry,
From the newborn's delicate skin to dusty floors.
My presence stretches thin across this house
Your in-laws' glances slide past my labour,
Your husband's eyes never quite seeing
The midnight vigils, the 4 a.m. feedings,
The meals appear as if by magic.
I travel for years and years
Through the terrain of invisible work.
And on the other side
Is Amma, beautiful Amma,
My weathered hands created order in the chaos.
You do not see me fully now, my daughter
How could you, wrapped in your pain and wonder?
But this too is motherhood:
The blessing of being unseen
While seeing everything.
Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me.
I am the silent centre of this storm,
The root that holds when winds blow fierce.
I carry generations in my bones.
I am necessary, elemental.
I am enough.