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My heart overflows with love for you both,
My wife, my partner, my rock of both.
In you, I find my home, my peace, my rest,
My love for you is truly unsuppressed.
My daughter, my angel, my joy, my light,
You fill my days with pure delight.
Your smile, your laughter, your sweet innocent ways,
Bring joy to my heart and brightens up my days.
God, in your wisdom, you've blessed me so,
With a wife who loves me, and a daughter I adore.
I thank you for your love, and for watching over us,
For in your care, my family finds true happiness.
My wife, my partner, my love so true,
With you, I know life will always see me through.
Your love, your support, your kindness so kind,
Makes my life complete, and leaves me feeling so aligned.
My daughter, my little one, my heart's delight,
You are the joy of my life, my shining star so bright.
I promise to guide you, to love you, to be there for you,
Through every step you take, and every challenge you pursue.
To my wife and daughter, my heartfelt embrace,
I love you both more than words can ever replace.
In your eyes, I see a love that will never fade,
A love that I cherish, and a love that will always sustain me.
The blizzard was at its peak;
Snow drifts all covered the street;
Our blazing fireplace provided the heat,
When my full term wife’s water decided to leak.
Our first baby’s time to arrive had come;
Outside visibility was close to none;
About birthing babies I had no clue;
We weren’t sure what we should do.
No one answered our 9-1-1 phone calls;
The Lamaze breathing we tried to recall,
As outside the snow continued to fall ;
This miraculous event was being no fun at all.
I pounded on my neighbor’s door,
Then we ran and got five neighbors more;
One had a snow mobile we drove down the street,
To the highway with hopes a plow driver we'd meet.
We waved down a city snow plow,
Who made it up our street some how;
In his cab my wife and I rode,
As I coached her how to pant and blow.
She was crowning as we finally arrived;
The doctors rushed her quickly inside;
I thanked the driver of that truck called Snow Wizard,
And that’s how my daughter acquired the name Blizzard.
Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst,
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read
what Ann Landers had written to say:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea,
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold,
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight,
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course
for a girl who hadn’t read:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
More than thirty years have disappeared;
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true,
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers
to my daughter this advice I now give.
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
You mean so very much to me
My daughter but not you see
Not my blood, still my daughter
Your like a fresh drink of water
If not for you I wouldn't be here
Yes to me you're so very dear
Gave me meaning in life you did
Most important but yet a silly kid
The love I have for you is so deep
My days are easier even my sleep
Aaliya you are so very intelligent
At 14 you still can still be elegant
Came into my life when I was down
3 day old baby who never frowned
Gave me meaning in my life again
Gorgeous girl with a beautiful grin
To you Aaliya forever in my heart
Forever together and never apart
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Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name More To Me
6/12/19
Be sure you get the eggs she said.
Got it on the list twice I said, irritated.
We need them tonight she confided.
They’ll be the first thing I pick up, I assure her.
My granddaughter has been listening to the speaker.
She rolls her eyes. She’s intense, she tells me.
I know that. I raised her.
We get home after spending over a hundred bucks
And me checking off eggs twice.
Grandma, where are the eggs?
We re-check the bags, and the car, for the eggs.
“I know I bought them,” I assure my daughter.
I check the receipt. Eggs $1.14 cents.
I call the store, get put on hold,
Then transferred twice.
Remember that elderly couple
Whose groceries kept over the divider?
They have arrested them, and I’m going down to testify.
“They were egg-Nappers and my grandma caught them,”
I hear the 7 year old say with pride.
I’m not about to change my story now.
I am already designing my new egg cape and egg mask.
.
This is my real story,
and how it truly goes,
not many know the real me,
but only what my mask shows.
I learned to wear many masks,
to hide the pain within,
in fear people would use my weaknesses,
to cause pain again.
My first boyfriend beat me,
cheated and lied,
so I wore the mask of bravery,
in attempt to try and hide.
My second boyfriend used my daughter against me,
I could never do anything right,
so I wore the mask with a smile,
so she would think everything was alright.
My third boyfriend got addicted to pain meds,
even sold them at one time,
Id thrown on another mask,
to pretend I had a perfect life.
two kids by different dads,
oh no secrets out,
I no longer want to hide,
this is what I'm about.
I found out the man I called grandpa,
use to beat his wife,
I'm ashamed to be related,
or that he was in my life.
I grew up with no money,
and a mom I couldn't stand,
struggling to find the real me,
with all the masks I had.
My life has been far from perfect,
definitely no fairy tail ,
but I no longer want to pretend,
even if it means I fail.
So my mask is off,
this is the real me,
I can be jealous, insecure,
and suffer from some anxiety.
My anxiety is a little different ,
symptoms can't be seen by the naked eye,
it's that kind of anxiety,
where you slowly die inside.
nearly 3,000 friends on Facebook,
and compliments as far as I can see,
but how many can honestly say.....
they know the real me?
Where will you live if we allow you to go to the U.K.?
Mulan hesitated. The only witch her family knew was Xianniang.
I will be well taken care of, she assured them.
They did not understand her ways, or the wizarding world.
Who will guard the Emperor if you leave?
She knew they were stalling. Li Shang had this in his sleep.
Imperial China is secure, she reassured them.
You can send letters to me through Minerva McGonagall.
You have powerful enemies, Hua Zhou reminded his daughter.
No worries, she told him, they will have a tough time reaching me.
I will be staying where most cannot go, many cannot find the platform.
The most brave, daring and chivalrous are there. Courage is their motto.
They sound fierce, her mother said. She smiled. “Like my daughter.”
Mushu and lucky cricket danced, thinking they were going.
You can go as far as Gryffindor’s Common Room, she told them.
No further. She looked harsh, but they knew she would fold.
“Let’s do a little magic, let’s play some little games.”
“Let’s create a little havoc by the River they call Thames.”
Mulan was more determined now than ever to leave them here.
She could not wait to put a mute spell on both of them.
A loving child has touched my heart
with her cute smile right from the start;
I was stunned. A father - who me?
until this precious little life I did see.
She's turned my world inside out,
and has taught me what life's really all about.
How can a child carry such a force?
In her mind, she never had to coerce.
I find myself letting go more and more,
and I do not ever want to know a cure;
I see my life is now not only about me
but about this loving child - laughing with glee.
I grew up in this world not long ago
because of my daughter I do love so;
she's changed my life forever - that much I know,
and I thank God for letting me watch her grow.
For "My Children" contest sponsored by Walayee Whitlock.
The life i live i didnt choose or did I?
Every morning i say a prayer,a chant
Is anyone listening? I lie down thinking
How to escape? I cant? Or i wont?.
As the sun gets ready to hide for the day
The choice gets harder go or stay?
For what seems to be the millionth time
I put on my mask, my glory, my armour
Time to shine.
These men dont care what i risk to get here
All they know is what they want,desire
They dont want to hear im ready to give up
All they know is i make a quick buck
Finger prints on my body not only my face
Wounds on the inside as much as the outside
Do i give up? Is today the day? No! I have to fight
I have to climb, i have to do it for not only me
But for her, my light, my shine, my love, my life
MY DAUGHTER.
It starts with only one -
one like me
a melancholy migrant
from the immortal part of her
to the locus of her physical being --
the center of her emotional wisdom
I gain heartfelt strength as I gather my forces
rising up en masse
riding cresting waves of woe
to breach the ramparts -
the welling rims
of her loving eyes
it starts with only one -
one perfectly ripened drop of sorrow
this beautifully packaged pain
and a lustrous cascade of soulful pearls ensues
wept gems pouring forth from a pure heart..
I am the tears your mother cries.
Susan Ashley
May 5, 2018
~ Poem Of The Week ~
Week beginning Sunday, May 13, 2018
~ Seventh Place ~
Contest: Early May Premiere (2018)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poet's note; For my beautiful daughter, Jocelyn, you inspire me with your light, joy, spirited determination and intellect. Though your academic pursuits take you many, many miles away from me and I grieve your absence, when you return home I shall celebrate with tears of joy!
For today, however, I'll let my grieving tears speak for themselves...
I love you and I miss you, my Jocee <3