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My greatest fear would be
to lose you my dear.
So intertwined are we,
I cannot see
a life without thee.
Bonded were we before
you were even born.
I remember that morn.
Your little eyes half open.
Your mouth seeking my breast.
As you lay on my chest.
My heart filled with love.
Heavenly child from above.
Deep connections were made
Emotional bond so strong.
I'm thrilled you came along.
To give me strength to carry on.
The meaning of unconditional love
You revealed to me my sweet.
So grateful that we should meet.
My greatest fear would be
to lose you my dear.
So intertwined are we
I cannot see
a life without thee.
No late night talk shows
can't go to the movies anymore
child can't go to the park
and the playground is closed
day noon and died
Was no spring break for 2020
all the schools will close after March 28th
the new Norm
what prom
there be no graduation
no more hugging
is a new inauguration
empty streets
gas is cheap
we are at Home Alone Together
new on Sundays
no longer to church days
we are home alone together every Faith
every race
it's more than tonight
that kills just corvid wave
taking my breath away
and passes and fails distinguishing God's breath
his spirit masked men women
and some children
out in the public
parted
standing 6 feet away does this mean the end of couples where's the beef
the meats
and why is all the toilet paper gone
this virus is it inside us
Lord from this I admit
I am not ready to die
yet the new Norm
what about the newborns
empty streets we're at home Alone
Together it's more that the night that kills
this Corvid wave
taking my breath away
So this I continue to say
we must stay at home Alone Together
5/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
There's a fire in my heart -
that always Burns for more.
More than all my failures -
...missing how things were before.
Someday things must get better -
with all the work that I have done.
Laughter from the backyard -
watching all of you have fun!
Pancakes made for breakfast -
while we're still in our pajamas.
Leaving pain behind -
for we have healed from all our traumas.
No more teary nights -
as we look up at the Moon.
No longer far away -
(Good God) I pray that day comes soon.
We'd finally have each other -
I'd get to love you each up close.
I'd greet you every morning -
with a kiss upon your nose.
I felt like giving up at times-
when it seems my wheels are spinning.
(But) no matter how beat up I get -
this fire's always burning.
I've tried to throw my hope away -
for it feels it's only hurt me.
More failure after failure -
all I've wanted is to break free.
Break free from all the cycles -
that have chained me in this sadness.
Insanity at best -
can't ever seem to rid this madness.
I think I'm getting closer -
there's no way to know for sure though.
For each time that I take a step -
I sometimes fall and stumble.
Below the bar that's set for me -
can't seem to get it right.
(But despite) that I feel weak sometimes -
I still get up and fight.
I don't know how I do it -
if I'm honest and I'm true.
But I'm grateful for my fire -
for it will lead me back to you!
Love,
Mommy
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
Everybody I raised wants to drive.
They have to be in charge.
Insisting on being in control.
In a booth, we all have to be on the outside.
Family reunions at restaurants are okay
only if there are chairs.
Not sure where this need to control originates.
Possibly their dad’s side
or it skipped a generation.
Their grandmothers are both executive producers
of their lives, always sitting in a cat bird seat.
Orchestrating things
What is that annoying noise?
He knows he does not have permission to speak.
I have not had my third cup of coffee.
Yes, it is definitely from his side of the family.
I accept no blame in their
idiosyncrasies and Type A tendencies.
MORE THAN A SOFT TOY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raggedy Ann with her patchwork heart,
more than soft cotton, calico, embroidery, and yarn,
a doll created with Mother's love,
stitched together with gentle hands.
Her gray button eyes understood my childhood world,
her red yarn hair meticulously combed,
her smile eternally stoic,
her face bore the promise of a forever friend.
She walked with me to school,
first day of school jitters, she sat, a steadfast sentinel,
on the corner of my desk,
absorbing my fear, radiating calm.
Hospital smells, a white, sterile fear~
Raggedy's soft body, a warmth against my chest,
before the cold steel, after the raw ache,
her doe-like, button eyes, unwavering.
We shared tiny cups of cocoa ‘neath the pecan tree,
her embroidered face never betraying
the weight of my childhood dreams,
my childhood fears.
My first editor, she listened tirelessly
to the endless stories I told her~
the one’s created from my fertile imagination,
without judgment, without end.
Now, she sits in Mother’s curio cabinet,
still a steadfast, quiet comfort,
her threads and stitches connecting me
to the fertile memory-filled fields of yesterday.
Her button eyes, dark pools reflecting
sepia-toned summers,
reliving ghosts of laughter,
rides on unicorns, and make-believe.
Her worn calico dress, faded and undamaged,
is stained with childhood tears,
a fabric chronicle of scraped knees,
childhood regrets, and silent fears.
She inspires me now,
grounding me in innocence,
showing that imagination
endures into adulthood.
Raggedy Ann, more than a soft toy~
she is the echo of my Mother's love,
a tangible piece of home,
carried in my arms, worn soft with time.
I invited my oldest daughter to dinner for her half birthday.
It was highly embarrassing when she wrestled me to
The ground for the check, and I landed in some guy’s lap.
Sorry, I said. “This is my daughter.”
She glared at me.
“Why did you do that?” she asked me.
“Why did you bite my hand?” I asked back. “I have not had a tetanus shot.”
“You had one last February, remember?”
I suddenly remembered who FORCED me in to get one, because she did
not (prissy voice now) “Want her mother to get lock jaw.”
I had screamed and wailed and begged and sniffled and sobbed.
It did me no good. I got the shot that hurt less than my wailing and sobbing had.
“And could I please have my credit card back now?” I asked Miss Aggressive.
The waitress turned and looked when I said that, so I stuck out my tongue.
I had told her up front I would be paying, after all.
“Do you want to go shopping?” my daughter asked.
“I can’t,” I replied. “You have my credit card.”
So we looked at the dessert menu, but everything
was costly, and we both knew we would end up on the
floor again, maybe in sumo diapers, and we were too full
to wrestle without guaranteed bouts of flatulence the next time.
So we went to her house and watched six TV shows she wanted
me to “see” in about forty-two minutes.
Oh, my, you ask, how does anyone watch six TV shows in less than
an hour?
Easy when your daughter has the remote, and fast forwards through all
the parts she already saw that were “too boring to see” which means you
get to see some of the beginning, maybe a minute in the middle,
and if you are very lucky, the ending. Another enjoyable evening
with an assertive-borderline-aggressive-beyond-belief daughter
who obviously takes after her daddy’s side of the family.
I took her gift back, and went home.
It might be her birthday, but she did not deserve a gift,
due to blatant arrogance and having to be in charge of me.
No one else EVER tries to be in charge of me!
I dread the bleak dark end-of days when I end up at her mercy,
days in the future, when I cannot see out, or walk or talk, and she is my jailer.
Maybe she will deserve this birthday gift next year but I doubt it.
I have brought this birthday gift over six years in a row, and as
you can see, the less-aggressive one still has it.
I just wanted to remind you how much that I love you mum,
And let you know I appreciate everything you have done....
Your there when I need you your never to busy to care,
And you make a difference in my life just knowing that your there...
You give me strength and guide me through the way only a mother can,
Your my parent and my teacher my one and only true friend...
And often when I sit and think of everything you have been through,
I hope my daughters cherish me as much as I do you...
So if sometimes you feel alone or and not as special as you are ,
Please read this poem i wrote for you it came straight from my heart...
Beautiful Daughter full of grace
I pray that time caresses your face.
Today is only ribbons and bows,
Tomorrow it will be life and all for you
it holds.
Silk and satin, then leather and lace
candy covered kisses, dance class and
all the silly faces I hope I never miss.
Then someday you will stand up tall
all in white you will pledge in your wedding
trend and beside you will stand the man who
promises to love until the end.
I will go back to today, when I was watching
you as you played and I'll then give a smile for
I'll know how precious you are to me, then and now.
No matter what tomorrow brings along,
My love with be with you, your whole life long.
[Mother] Mary, our Mother
Wwe know that you are our Perpetual Help
Not only in our spiritual need but in our material need as well
With humble hearts and childlike confidence
We beg you to help us in our present financial stress
Due to foreseen circumstances
We are now in dire need
Since we cannot meet our just debts
Dear Mother
We are not asking for health or prosperity
Merely for help in satisfying our pressing obligations
You are the queen of heaven and earth
And as such
The dispenser of so many favors granted by your Son, Jesus [Father Christ]
We know you are most kind
Generous to all your devoted children
Loving Mother
We plead with you to obtain the financial help we so desperately need in our present situation
We thank you
Dear Mother
Promise to make your perpetual Help known far and wide
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza