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Dear Santa,
I want to ask you for something VERY special this year - I know it's going to
be hard for you, so please don't feel bad if you can't ... you have SO much to
do, and I'll understand if you're too busy, but I'd like to have my Christmas a
little EARLY this year ... please? You see, I have cancer, and the doctors told
Mommy and Daddy that I won't be here for Christmas, so could you come a
little early this year, and bring them something nice? I don't need anything, but
I want my folks and little sister to have a happy Christmas ... please? I promise
I'll leave your favorite cookies and milk. OK, Santa? I've been good this year!
Love,
Ezzy Burch
* FIFTH PLACE in the "Dear Santa, I Want" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Sponsor. *
While on my daily neighborhood walk, I glanced down to see a flurry of unusual shadows flitting around on the sidewalk. Looking up, I saw several dragonflies moving around in circles. “I never see dragonflies around here!” I thought.
Immediately, I was transported back in time to my childhood home. I remember standing in the side yard next to my neighbor’s fence, watching a stream of dragonflies, with their translucent wings and bodies, hovering above me.
“Why are they there?” I wondered. Peeking over the fence, I saw that our neighbor’s backyard pool was green and slimy. Algae had collected all along the pool’s edges.
“Mommy, Mommy!” I called. “Why does Ruth’s pool look all green and dirty?” Mom looked at me with concern in her eyes. “Ruth has been busy. It’s been hard for her to keep up with things.” she replied.
dragonfly wanders
lost in a maze and confused
needs the narrow path
A few days later, mom baked some oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies, her specialty. “I made an extra batch. Let’s bring some over to Ruth.” she said. As we approached Ruth’s front door, I noticed her overgrown yard and chipped paint on the siding. We knocked and waited a minute or so. Ruth cracked the door open, but did not invite us in. Curious, I was still able to notice the newspapers stacked high in her living room.
Mommy didn’t flinch and smiled warmly at Ruth. “We thought you’d enjoy some cookies, Ruth. I made an extra batch.” “Thank you, Pat.” Ruth quietly answered.
“Can you come over for coffee this Thursday? I’d love to visit with you!” mom kindly added. “I think I can.” Ruth replied with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.
“Wonderful!” mom enthused.
As we walked back home, mom seemed happy and satisfied. I was happy, too!
sweet love of God
feeding on hope from heaven
nectar of kindness
Daddy left when they were little.
He was a musician, on the road, had groupies.
Mommy had not been one of them.
She could not even clap in rhythm.
Their three daughters inherited Daddy’s genes.
They had his personality and musical talents.
Their mother stood back and watched.
Wondering if they had gotten any of her talents.
What are your talents? Her sister asked.
I can…..
Her mind went blank.
For the first time she realized
If she had talents, she did not know what they were.
Maybe she was musical.
So, she tried piano lessons.
Her fingers were too stubby.
She tried art classes.
Not for her.
How can you not know your talents mother? Her daughters asked.
Not realizing that her real talent is helping her children hone their talents.
Daddy, what would happen if you went to war
And I wouldn't see you any more?
Son, things wouldn't change between you and me
I'll always love you, don't you see
Daddy, how come mommy had to die?
When I think of her I still cry
That's okay, son, I do too
I believe she smiles down on me and you
Daddy, why are there stars up in the sky?
Why do they come out at night?
To me, son, it's the twinkle in your eye
And they come out to make my world bright.
Daddy, was there a man named Jesus long ago
And did He do all the things they said
Did He walk on water and heal the sick
Did He die, then rise up from the dead?
Son, everything you heard is true
He died on the cross for me and you
He gave all He had to give
Just so you and I could live.
Daddy, then I know this is true
Jesus loves me, just like you.
So very blessed that you were born!
Each morning so sweetly, I do awake.
To know I have a grown daughter unlike no other.
We are more like sisters now, each enjoy having fun.
I can say anything to you and the same way round.
You are indeed, the most beautiful woman in town.
Fearless, compassionate, you won't take nonsense lying down.
You are patient as can be with a silly Mom, like me.
I just love you so and I know you see.
So does the City Council, who heeds your words in support of the
love of this awesome country.
You, who sees to it, that America is kept free!
Far from selfish or arrogant, you do not make others wrong.
So you can see why you are~your Mother's dearest song.
You have friends all across California and this great nation.
Who have kept America, a whole, shining, sane, sensation!
Others may at our nation joke, tittter and laugh.
You surpass them with your love and humble class.
A poetess, no,, indeed that you are not!
You have other ambitions, that is your gifted lot.
To be of astonishing service to all of humanity.
You are the blessed gift, that God has given me.
You have raised a son, talented and bright.
He carries the beauty of your spiritual soul light!
Love,
Mommy
Dedicated to: Maria
From: Her grateful Mother.
11-2- 2020
Mommy, Jim, Bob, and the guys are going to climb Ole Rocky Ridge.
Can I go too, Huh, please can I go. Please, pretty please!
No, you can’t go. You know a boy was badly hurt up there last year.
Come on, Mommy, all the guys are going. Why can’t I go?
Because I said so.
Daddy, will you give me enough money to buy some candy.
No. You’ve spent your allowance this week, and that’s that.
Well, if you don’t give me the money, I’ll just have to steal the candy.
No, you can’t steal the candy. Why not. Because it’s wrong. Why?
Because God says so.
Pastor, why is the human race so apt to do terrible things?
Well, do you remember the Bible story about the Garden of Eden?
Yes, but what has that got to do with society in this day and time?
Oh, but it has a lot to do with all of us today. Why?
Because Adam and Eve messed up.
Mom and Dad, we had a wonderful time at the class party last night.
O, tell us about it! It was a swim party, but they forgot to heat the pool.
Goodness, that must have been terrible. Did anyone go in for a swim?
Yes, all the kids and chaperones jumped in with their clothes on. Why?
Because why not?
Professor, do you think that universes other than ours exist?
Could be! I often ask myself. Is there life beyond planet Earth?
And if so, could another universe exist with our laws of physics?
It’s at times like this that I am inspired to continue. Why?
Because we are here asking the questions.
Mommy, why is the sky blue?
Where did God come from?
Where do babies come from?
Hush, and go to sleep. Why?
Because.
I listened to loved ones reading the names of those they lost on 9/11 and long before the reading was through….I remember thinking to myself…How can you miss someone you never knew?
Some of the people reading the names on that sorrowful carrousel…weren’t even born when those planes crashed…weren’t alive when the towers fell.
They were too young to know the person hatred mercilessly snatched away…yet they all said: Even though I never knew you…I miss you every day.
So I began to listen more closely at how their stories intertwined…and how they all found joy and happiness in the memories left behind.
Ironically, it is that joy and happiness…(at least this is my belief)…that offers us some comfort…as it ushers in our grief.
And it is precisely that joy and happiness spread out to each family member…to those who were not born yet…or those oo young to remember…
Joyous memories of an uncle, brother, sister, father or a wife…that takes a person they never knew they lost…and brings them back to life.
“You were my best friend…brother.”
“She was smart and funny and wise.”
“Mommy says I have your smile.”
“Daddy says have your eyes.”
Perhaps it is each memory of a moment of love…a moment shared…that helps us through those other moments…when we’re sad or lonely or scared.
Perhaps it is each memory…with a loved one that we share…that can help to build a memory…of a person no longer there.
And perhaps it is each memory passed from me to you…to you…
That can make another person…miss…someone they never knew…
Yes, the more I listened the more I realized…it is possible to miss someone you never knew…
because as they told their stories…
I began to miss them too.
her heart was pounding
there was a knife at her throat
she knew she was going to be murdered
her mouth refused to open to scream
worst nightmare ever
he was full of pride
having shown his love interest
a marvelous night of sensuality
he rolled over and hugged his body pillow
his mother was relieved
when the sighs stopped and the snoring started
she was a pirate queen
fierce with a cutlass and a blade
no one will ever hurt me again! She vowed
her crew was respectful and responsive
they rushed to her aid in every battle
he knew there were monsters in the closet
why didn’t mommy see that?
he could hear one breathing deeply under the bed too
It is horrible being the only one who knows
Thought the four-year-old
9/22/1983
I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!
You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears on the, wheel, almost went blind.
Silent pallbearers, waited, white gloved.
Upset was I,.into earth, you'd be shoved.
Priest stands in prayerful solemnity,
Oh,God, take not my Father from me!
Family, friends around the grave stood,
Then, gone, into the silent, earth's hood.
You, who presented me as a debutante.
Beside myself, now, not nonchalant.
You left me to a world,full of want.
For your lost love, I always have sought.
A few days later, I came to sing you, your song.
The one you sang, though many years long!
"Daddy's Little Girl", you sang to me,
When I, was still the star in your tree!
Lyrics
Bobby Burke and Horace Gerlach
1949
" You'e the end of a rainbow, my pot of gold.
You're Daddy's little girl, to have and hold.
A precious gem, is what you are!
You're Mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the Spirit of Christmas, our Star on
the tree.
You're the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me!
You're sugar, you're spice, you are everything nice...
And you're Daddy's little girl!"
"""""""""""""
Song is also on. You Tube
Still love you, Daddy!
Panagiota's First Elegy
Dedicated to you, Dad!
I was two
Staring up into this twinkling smile
Of an angel, someone I admired
My beautiful mother
The heart of my whole life
I was ten
Staring at the same woman again
She hadn’t changed
Only grown more loved
More amazing
I was fifteen
Staring out the car window
Ignoring this woman’s embrace
And the sadness on her face
When I disregarded her
I was twenty-five
Staring into the eyes I so loved
The lady who gave me life
And breathed hope into my heart
She was smiling
I was forty
Staring at the elderly light
Fading like the shadows of night
She gave me so much insight
Into the soul, so inspiring
I was fifty-five
Staring into kind, gentle eyes
Wondering how she could be so nice
When I wasn’t quite so kind
She reminds me that I am loved
I was thinking about her today
And I knew that blessings had come my way
When I grew to be her beloved child
The one who knows love is the answer
And love this alive is forever dancing
Singing to the heart and soul
Carrying light to the darkest shadows
Blessing beyond words
Love like this can’t be measured
It is surely a gift from heaven!