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am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Abraham Lincoln once said, "all that I am I owe to my mother"
as each of us is the product that comes from no other
your morals, your values and some of the ways in which you act
originate from your mother and how she raised you in fact
most mothers are gentle, loving, nurturing and very kind
they're the first person in your life that helped to shape your mind
In the book of Matthew a Cannanite mother was mentioned
she was a good mom whom for her child had the best of intentions
but a problem developed with her child and the first thing she did was pray
but when the situation got worse she went to seek Jesus right away
she went before Jesus and made known her request
but Jesus told her of her people He did not address
she went before Jesus and got down on her knees
she begged Him to help her child who had a dire need
she addressed Him as Messiah, she affirmed His Godly appointing
Jesus saw in her a great faith and then gave her daughter an anointing
Ask and you will receive if you truly believe in God
and He may give you the desires that are in your heart
seek and you will find Jesus the Christ, your Savior
and pray that He will bestow upon you a miraculous favor
trusting and believing that He is the Anointed One
knowing and accepting Him as God's only begotten Son
that Cannanite mother possessed a tremendous faith
and for her child she did whatever it would take
At first the Twelve Disciples told Jesus to send her along
Jesus got caught up in the culture and realized that was wrong
He displayed a bit of humanity when the Jewish card He played
but that Cannanite mother was most determined and from her purpose she would not stray
persistent in her pursuit and praise she stepped to Jesus and His divine mission
and after all was said and done He reversed His initial decision
and with His miraculous and Godly powers
that Cannanite child was healed within the hour
Great was her faithfulness for in God she truly believed
that by praying, praising and worshipping Him all she asked for she would receive
Mothers "R" Us and for our children we'll get down on our knees
to pray to God to help our children in their times of need
Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)
My dear friend told me I was a good mom today.
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang to my eyes.
I had no way to express my sadness.
He has bad shoes. (is what I wanted to say)
They have been bad for weeks.
I am not his guardian,
as evil continues to thrash and harass...
I can only be...
where;
I am that I can,
do as I am able.
His hand upon my son,
His hand upon his son,
His hand.
Angels watch,
and God knows,
My boy is free to walk at the zoo.
A gorilla among the flamingos,
that gives ballet lessons to the monkeys,
that cha cha with the elephants.
Medication makes his hands shake.
My heart is broken into a thousand pieces.
What is left to tear my soul from its roots?
but court papers and betrayal of facts...
not in evidence.
The purest view,
2020 vision...
The Lord will come.
The "Judge of All" things.
No one is ever going to escape.
All will stand for what they have stated,
or eluded too,
in an effort to hide and mock,
further belittle and take from...
or worse yet, what they did not do...
or prevent others from doing!
Disdain against not what is real,
but all around the truth dance,
ugly faces of skulls
and darkness.
In God’s ministry
where love does prevail
her life-impact shines
since grace does not fail.
Though she’s senior now
still she’s young at heart
vibrant and active
to fulfill her part.
With cheerful spirit
she keeps reaching-out
as strengthened by Christ
her smile smites child’s pout.
Her orphanage tasks
bear her earnestness
wondrous meals she cooks
taste of sweet kindness.
We call her “Nanay”*
word of endearment
being a good Mom
priceless achievement.
Midst her prayer life
the Lord keeps blessing
great testimony
of upward pressing.
Volunteer teacher
in discipleship
she leads her students
to God’s partnership.
There in the garden
she tends plants with zest
nourishing flowers
while vanquishing pest.
Meanwhile our dog pets
smoother her with kiss
bathing them always
her hugs they won’t miss.
Praise of hers** inspires
yes, she’s a delight
touching me indeed
by her servant-light.
*Nanay in Tagalog means Mother. This person is NANAY LIZA ZAUSA.
**Proverbs 31:30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
September 5, 2021
4th place, "The One Who Touched My Heart" Quatrain Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 9/14/2021.
I was holding strong and steady
It was time and almost ready
For a new life to be born
On a bright and sunny morn'
Doctors and nurses all around
I wanted to hear the sound
Of my newborn baby's cry
There was no way to deny
The feeling I had deep inside
Holding her I'm petrified
I will not be a good mom
There's so much that could go wrong
I made a promise years ago
My children would never grow
Without knowing love and care
I would always hold them near
In my heart--no hurt of any kind
As they grow they will just find
All the joy and happy laughter
They'll keep inside and after
I am gone they will see
How much they were my destiny
Showing how much I can be
More of a parent than mine were
They'll never wonder--that's for sure
A LETTER 2 MY SON'S
I'M WRITING THIS LETTER 2 TELL U HOW MUCH U BOYS MEAN 2 ME. I HOPE IT DON'T GET 2 LONG, I DO HAVE ALOT 2 SAY, ILL DO MY BEST 2 KEEP IT SHORT.. MOMMY FIRST NEEDS 2 TELL U HOW SORRY I AM 4 EVERYTHING U HAVE GONE THRU WHEN I WASN'T AROUND. I MADE SO MANY MISTAKES, & TOOK THE WRONG PATH.. I NEVER MEANT 2 HURT U GUYS, & AS U GET OLDER I FEEL LIKE THERE IS SO MANY QUESTIONS U WANT 2 ASK ME. PLEASE NEVER B AFRAID 2 ASK MOM QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING, I WANT U GUYS 2 ASK ME SO I CAN GIVE U ANSWERS. I HAVE SO MUCH REGRET, GUILT, PAIN IN MY HEART 4 NOT BEING THE MOM I SHOULD OF BEEN, 4 EVERY TEAR U CRIED, I HAVE CAUSED BECAUSE I WAS NOT A GOOD MOM, I HURT U 3 BOYS, I KNOW U WILL ALWAYS HAVE THAT PAIN BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE THE WAY A MOM SHOULD BE.. I WANT U 2 KNOW I WASN'T THE PERSON I WAS WHEN I HAD U IN MY BELLY, I WAS A EXCELLENT MOM 4 A LITTLE WHILE, BUT I GOT CAUGHT UP IN SOME BAD CHOICES. TODAY I REGRET EVERYTHING IVE DONE, & I TAKE 100% RESPONSIBLY 4 MY ACTIONS.. IVE LOST 11 YEARS OF MEMORIES, OF NOT BEING WITH U WHEN U WERE SICK, OR HAVING A HARD DAY OR 2 ASK HOW UR DAY WAS AT SCHOOL. I'LL NEVER EVER GET THOSE YEARS OR MOMENTS BACK.. IM 2 BLAME 4 THE HEART ACHE U FEEL, I'M SORRY, SO DEEPLY SORRY.. I WOULD GIVE MY LAST BREATH 4 U BOYS.. I HAVE CHANGED 4 THE BETTER, I HATED WHO I WAS & 4 CAUSING TEARS & PAIN IN UR LIFE. I'M NOT GOING BACK 2 THAT LIFE EVER.. I HOPE U BOYS CAN FORGIVE ME. I'M LOOKING FORWARD 2 HOLDING U IN MY ARMS AGAIN & KISSING THOSE HANDSOME FACES, LOL. I PROMISE I'M NEVER GOING 2 LEAVE U GUYS & BE THAT AWFUL MOM AGAIN... I'M SORRY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.
I LOVE YOU ALEX, ETHAN & ROBBIE
2 THE MOON & BEYOND. M.U.A.H
LOVE YOUR MOM
2/6/2018
I lay there silent and
listen to you breathe.
How lucky I am to have you,
It's almost too hard to believe.
I watch the rhythmic rise
and fall of your chest.
Careful, not to wake you.
I think sleep is for the best.
As if you sense my
innermost, hidden feelings,
You roll over and turn
your face to the ceiling.
Your straw colored hair
glistens in the morning light.
Your baby blue-green eyes are
such a wondrous sight.
A sigh escapes your lips
as you turn to face me.
Will I be a good mom?
We'll have to wait and see.
Little wrinkles in your skin.
Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes.
I can't wait to see how you turn out,
As I watch you grow.
Dear God, Thank you,
for the most precious child!
To realize I'm a mother,
Is just way too wild.
Please help me to become
the best Mommy I can be.
It's true! The best things
in life really are free.
Recycled
I have gone through many storms.
Some I thought would capsize the boat,
and drown both me,
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of squall,
I tried to be ready.
As the storm approached I gathered all that I could,
to make sure, we would not run short... of necessities.
I tried to close the windows.
I locked the doors.
I listened intently to the sounds,
of the dogs... in the distance...
warning.
Our cat even tired to tell me...
in his own way...
that the preparations I was making,
would never be enough.
They would never hold the line,
of a whole lifetime.
But, I am a mom, and I refused to take note,
as to give up the game,
was to give up the reality
of real life.
Disability or damaged?
Tranquility... is only what can be achieved in the moment.
Pressed, preserved, and assimilated into the system.
"Danger, Will Robinson... Danger!"
We can not prevent what has been dealt out fairly,
or unjustly in the cards.
But we can choose to raise, the ante, or call the bet.
Even if our hand is forced, it is what is going to happen,
in the end, unpreventable, like the returning of the tide, every day.
You are a good mom.
You are the mom that was chosen.
That means you are the right mom or even the right dad.
You are not alone.
Don't give up.
Pray, and be, a parent again.
Not all children ever become adults.
Some are trapped, in bodies that age
with minds that stand still.
Whatever happens...
Know, and be at peace, be calm,
"He" does not make mistakes.
"He" is still in charge.
I was holding strong and steady
It was time and almost ready
For a new life to be born
On a bright and sunny morn'
Doctors and nurses all around
I wanted to hear the sound
Of my newborn baby's cry
There was no way to deny
The feeling I had deep inside
Holding her I'm petrified
I will not be a good mom
There's so much that could go wrong
I made a promise years ago
My children would never grow
Without knowing love and care
I would always hold them near
In my heart--no hurt of any kind
As they grow they will just find
All the joy and happy laughter
They'll keep inside and after
I am gone they will see
How much they were my destiny
Showing how much I can be
More of a parent than mine were
They'll never wonder--that's for sure
“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he got out of bed,
my boy would get in trouble! He was led
by some strange drumbreat pounding in his head!
While other children liked to have books read
to them, he’d throw his to the floor instead!
He wasn’t treated cruelly or underfed,
yet often out in public, I would fill with dread
from his behavior or when he saw red.
He broke his toy cars, his bike and sled.
I felt like I was hanging by a thread;
I wondered if my boy would ever wed!
The year he started changing, my fears fled.
"From now on, I'll be good, Mom," my son said.
May 25, 2018 For the "From Now On" Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Note: This is only marginally fictionalized. Later he joined the Marines,
put himself through law school and wed!