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Its five in the morning, nervous, I give mom a call,
there is no time to waste, she says, "get on the ball".
In a hospital room, with a touch of her hand,
she whispers, "you can do this, to be a mother is grand."
One last push, and i behold her face,
so much beauty, i try to embrace.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
In a crowded auditorium, i'm gazing up at the stage,
they draw the curtains, a lovely ballerina, I quickly engage.
My eyes have never seen a more radiant sight,
than my own little girl, eloquently dancing with might.
In the hospital room I craddle a bundle of joy,
fives years later, the LORD gave me a boy.
Ten little fingers, and ten little toes.
I thank the good LORD, for his future he holds.
Sitting in the bleachers, as the scorching sun beats down,
wiping my forehead, i desperately look all around.
All the boys look the same with helments, and uniforms tight,
I spot my son's number, THATS MY BOY!, I recite.
In a cold sterile hospital room, I now sit by her side,
Mom you can do this, our baby will soon be a bride.
With a hint of a smile, and grace in her eyes,
I think she knew it was time for goodbyes.
Caressing her fingers and massaging her toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
With a red rose in my hand, a tear, and a smile,
the usher gallantly guides me down a flower filled aisle,
Today my sweet girl, becomes somebody's wife,
I pray for for their joy, and may love run a rife.
I stand at the curb as he gets on the bus,
holding back tears, i don't want to cause fuss.
I blow him a kiss, as the driver pulls away,
And into the armed forces, my son goes this day!
I enter the house, no children are home,
This must be it, empty nest syndrome!
I look to my husband for comfort this day,
bless his heart, he can't find words to convey.
I pick up the phone and hear my daughter cry, MOM!
He's coming too early, i fight to stay calm.
I pray; LORD, I want to be right by her side,
if that is not possible, get them through this, i cried.
Back at the hospital the most wonderful sight,
a dear little grandson, i cuddle real tight.
Holding on to my weary daughters hand,
I whisper, "my dear, TO BE A MOTHER IS GRAND!"
Written by Stacey Brown
Mothers Day 2018
I am writing this poem to my husband ...
I met you at the art gallery
and will never forget that day
my eyes grazed over you
and I was left breathless
so handsome, though
I thought you needed a shave
then, realized it was a look
you could be a model
vary tall, you looked to be fit, sinewy
your dark hair touched the collar
of your worn jean jacket in a romantic way
and fell over one side of your face
your jeans were fashionably faded
the backpack had seen better days
you looked like a struggling artist
looking down at me you smiled
and I was swept away in the ocean
of your blue eyes
and I was lost
I like your hair you said in a deep
French accented voice
I love the color
blushing I said thank you
you look very pretty today
I looked down at my whimsical flowered dress
we walked together looking at the art
then, you stood in front of me
can I be so bold as to ask you
to come for a coffee
and I could not resist
we sat in the cafeteria talking for hours
about all sorts of things
and that was the beginning
we were from the start spiritually connected
as we both liked the same things
like art, nature, poetry and writing, cooking
and what was happening in the world
we walked endless forests and meadows
sat by streams talking
then, one day while watching ducks
on a park bench
you leaned over and kissed me
and I could not hold back my aching
I kissed you back with trembling passion
back home we took an unchained
intoxicating journey of abandon
it was a dance of love that left us both aglow
that is when I knew, for sure that
I loved you
days turned into months and months
and each time I saw you
it was like the first time at the art gallery
I was your love captive
you had my heart and soul
so, when you asked me to marry you
it was ethereal
like a dream
and of course, I said yes, yes
you wrap me in your love each day
you are my one true love
forever, and evermore
and this poem is for you, love
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March 06, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/You Are My Everything
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-940-06
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, For You, Love
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 03/12/2023
First Place
MY LIFE IS IN DANGER I BEGAN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI SFTER SPECIAL LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING INFORMED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO KILLED 8 PEOPLE IN A FIRE MY CHILDREN AND I IN DANGER THAT BEGAN IN A TAILOR SHOP I'VE RETIRED I AM NO LONGER AN INFORMANT HERE'S THE THING GARGANO FAKED HIS DEATH TWICE AND HAVE BEEN LIVING IN MY AC VENT LITERALLY LISTENING DEVISES INSTALLED HE SITS WATCHING LISTENING TO MY HUSBAND AND I WHO IS A WAR HERO CIRO BECAME OBSESSED WITH KILLING MY HUSBAND HE GATHERED JAMAICAN DRUG DEALERS IDENTITY THIEVES FROM THE CARTEL CONVICTED IN NORTH CHICAGO ILLINOIS TIED TO THE JAMAICAN ASSASIN WHO ARRIVED TO KILL ME IN TAMPA BAY ALL AS A RESULT MY WEARING WIRES FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS HE IS VERY DANGEROUS VIOLENT HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME NOW HE FAKED HIS DEATH TWICE TO TERRORIZE ME THEM MURDER ME BY EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN INFORMANT TO ALL THE KILLERS AND DEALERS THIER TWISTED FEMALE FAMILY MEMBERS JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY THIEVES HACKING INTO MILITARY FAMILIES LIKE A VICIOUS CHUCKY DOLL HE IS A SERIAL KILLER MURDERER OF LISA ANN CARNES HE IS TARGETING MY HUSBAND MY WAR HERO INTIMADATION HOME INVASION STOLEN VALOR IMPERSONATING MY HUSBAND THE JAMAICAN FEMALES ACTUALLY POINTED AN ASSUALT RIFLE THROUGH OUR WNDOW LANDED ON MY HUSBAND CHEST FINALLY SHOOTING OVER 15 BULLET HOLES 38 SLUGS IN OUR PLANTS HE BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR AND EMBEZZLED THE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AS I SUFFER HERE WITH AFIB ATRIAL FIBRILLATION IRREGULAR HEART BEATS STROKE HEART FAILURE BREATHING MACHINE WITH PTSD SEVERE PANIC DISORDER SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER COPING WITH AGRPHOBIA NARCOLEPSY HE LAYS LOW INSIDE MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM WITH ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANT FEMALE STALKERS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY HUSBAND THIS IS A COMPLETE DIRE NEED IMPERSONATING A WAR HERO WHO HAS A PURPLE HEART GARGANO STALKING ME HUSBAND WITH THREATS WITH STOLEN VALOR CONNECTED TO THE POLICE CAPTAIN IN HAINE CITY STOLEN VALOR IS A HORRID CRIME AGAINST AMERICA'S FINEST WAR HEROS I AM VERY ILL COPING WITH HOME INVASIONS IDENTITY FRAUD RESULTING FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION MY HUSBAND AND I ARE IS FILLED WITH STRESS GREIF GOD BLESS AMERICA
My true love, love of my life
January of 1988, I became your wife
In a ceremony of family and friends
Gathered in a little house, I grew up in
We were young, in love and so carefree
With each other, we longed to be
Our journey together began that night
A young man a husband, a young woman a wife
Dreams of a future, together we share
To fulfill each, no matter the dare
How we have been blessed from that very day
Through the hand of God, in so many ways
We have shared many valleys, hand in hand
Mountains we've climbed, together we stand
You are my strength when I am weak
When I am down, you know what to speak
You are where my life began
You are my partner, lover and friend
Those quiet moments, time to stand still
Each beat of your heart, I can feel
You wipe my tears, chasing my fears away
To be held in your arms, forever to stay
You bring much joy to my heart
Sealed and protected, never to part
You sense what upsets my very being
You have given my life so much meaning
Your kiss still takes my very breath
I shiver at the touch of your caress
The emptiness I feel when you are away
To be home by my side, each day I pray
Together we have became as one
Vowing from the day, our journey begun
Sharing many sunrises and many sunsets
Sharing a life without any regret
No other, in your place, could I ever see
You are so much a part of me
You are there when my eyes close
You are where my every thought goes
You turn my darkest day, ever so bright
You are my true love, from the very first sight
Two beautiful children, to me you have given
While making my life so worth liven
I cannot imagine one day without you
Never by my side, I wouldn't want to
Together in time, may we grow old
The best love story, ever to be told
Looking back on how blessed we have been
Holding each other until the end
I thank God each day for our love
Beyond the Galaxy and stars above
For the very day I became your wife
You are truly without doubt, the love of my life
Dedicated to my husband, Benton. The love of my life.
Written by: Donetta Harless
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Happy Birthday to a dear son,
I think of all the good memories we shared.
The beautiful picnic at Whit church,
With our relatives , there was a pond, very scenic.
The years growing up and going to school,
The university graduation and the many happy years with our grandparents.
Our parents big old house where we lived together with your mom and aunt Antje.
The picnics at Jack Darling park, skipping stones in the water.
The frisbee days where we would drive from our grandparent's house ,
We'd get a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and have a picnic.
Then we were off to the Dairy queen for an ice cream,
I used to drive in those days, I don't drive anymore.
We were off to Dietrich Bonhoeffer church where i taught Sunday school,
I had my young children with me in our Sunday school class.
That was quite a distance for us to travel,
With God's help we travelled safely.
The beautiful Poinsetta Erik brought his mother at Christmas,
I remember the hug was very nice.
Erik's exquisite wedding to Lisette,
I couldn't be there but he sent me pictures,.
That was a beautiful Hawaiin wedding on the beach,
He wore a white papal suit with a hawaiin lei and his wife wore a white bridal gown.
Many good memories, I am very thankful for my sons Kirk and Erik and my miracle wedding to my husband Walter of twenty years,
We are still friends today.
The long drives to our A frame cottage at North Bay when the children were young,
I cooked and Walter got the fireplace going,to keep us warm.
Summers we would go swimming in the shallow water,
rowing in our rowboat.
Then we would drive back to our beautiful house , the children loved games.
Monopoly was our favorite and of course chess.
We would spend hours with these games, we also liked gin rummy.
I remember the rubix cube years, the children were good at solving them,
Many good memories and I will always be thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
She was lying there, just barely alive
Medically, nothing more could be done for her
So she was sent home to spend her remaining days
Her husband and two teenage children were by her side
Her siblings and friends had gathered to touch and to love
As friends, my wife and I had also come to be with them
As I sat silently, it was clear that she was approaching the end
Only the sounds of her breathing could be heard by my natural ears
But I began to hear what appeared to be words coming from within her
This was all new to me, but these are the words I heard from deep within
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Bright lights of love racing through my brain
Sweet drops of peace I see falling like rain
With my family, in my home, I, for now, remain
From the North and the South, you all came
My siblings and friends, sharing in my pain
You heard the dark steps of death and sang
I feel the warm blood flowing in my veins
After tonight, things will never be the same
Your dear time and prayers are not in vain
Thanks to all of you who have loved me so much
You prayed for me, and you gave me one last touch
To my husband, my son, and my daughter
I want to say, I am sorry, I cannot stay
Like gently dripping sand in the hourglass
So will your deep agony of loss slowly pass
In time, an end will come to your bitter pain
Then, you will remember what we have gained
And now, the time has come for me to go
I see heaven's angels gathering at my door
It’s not goodbye, but goodnight. I love you.
Posted71415PSCtest(120920), Most Original Poetry
Juliet Ligon. 2P. Note: Written in 2006, this poem was inspired by the death of a friend as she was in her final stage of a terminal illness. These words are meant to be the words I felt her speaking to her family as we sat with her during her final hours. This poem was given to the family.
BIOGRAPHICAL :
Favorite Artist – a biography of me; being an artist has let me see and feel into my human self
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/favorite_artist_1197475
A Vision of a Child - Catholic, recite my rosary every night, a desire to be closer to Christ
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_vision_of_a_child_618986
Batter UP - tribute to my nine-year-old granddaughter and her love for sports and desire to succeed, my constant companion
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/batter_up_676545
White Roses Subtle Elegance - written for my son and his new wife of their wedding day, I finally didn't have to worry
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/white_roses_in_subtle_elegance_1191614
My Alphabet - poem I published, used as a teaching tool for preschools and kindergartens
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_alphabet__701180
Admiration for the Person You Have Become - dedicated to my three sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/admiration_for_the_person_you_have_become_762345
Tribute :
Abandon – tribute to my husband, his love for the woods; my first experience of the Callahan Mountains
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/abandon_1035103
GRIEF :
The Voices Echo in Emptiness - inspired by the lonely nights that kept me awake with images of him
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/_the_voices_echo_in_emptiness_1091596
Wisp of Love - about my heartfelt mournful emotions I was feeling
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wisp_of_love_1221138
Christmas Mourning – the hollow feelings I was experiencing on the first Christmas without my husband
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/christmas_mourning_1089154
4/19/2020
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME (that's your title) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
To my Husband,
A bringing of myself for understanding and pardoning of the days I fail him:
( Then I think, will I be passing on the cycle of not being enough?
Will he understand that it is I who is never enough?)
Yet I still need to apologize, for coming to him incomplete:
(For coming to him broken and asking him to fill a void he never made;
it's inherited from a generation of women who were never enough,
and I was never apart of it all...)
I need him to know he completes me in ways I can not alone:
(That it is when I am with him I am whole again;
That it is when we are apart that I find my self alone.
That the emptiness is inside me and not us.
That he fills the emptiness and takes the rawness of losing her away. )
I want him to understand why at home I fail at making a home:
(I'm immobilized in loneliness into waiting alone ;
Waiting on someone to come home.
Waiting on my sisters to come home,
Waiting on my Mother to smile again,
Waiting on my Mother to get off from work,
Waiting on my Mother to get better again.)
I do not want him to misunderstand my issues:
(I want him to understand they are mine alone to fix;
So I can be whole for my son.
So I can give to them the completeness they give to me.
These two boys who gave me back life, I live in the now for them)
I need him to understand the loneliness is not from him:
(I'm alone because I still grieve her loss and mine
I'm alone because she left.
I'm alone because they left.
I'm alone because every one has to leave
and I fear living past their leaving.)
I want him to know my love for him is Forever
(That even without words I know he has that love for me
The one that forgives before the transgression is done,
and forever is an eternity assumed for infinity.)
To my love,
Do you remember all of this?
A casual night, to party, that ended with a kiss.
June 19 two thousand and twelve,
the night our very first kiss was held.
We continued a friendship, although here and there
We would hold hands, look at each other, and stare
The love was there, it had been always
We were not yet ready, to ditch our single days
So we continued on, no rules, no pressure
As friends, with some benefits, some would tell ya
Nights would start out, with fun in mind
By the end of it though, I'd have your hand in mine
Very drunken nights, you would proclaim
This is my girlfriend, but by morning that would change
When we would rise, we would pretend
The night was just fun, and I was merely a friend
By November twenty thirteen, I had had enough
I took a chance, and I called your bluff
You didn't say yes, you didn't say no
I didn't bring it up again, I just let it go
Dec 5, two thousand thirteen
We were dates to a party, with a holiday theme
It took some time, but you came around
Jan 25, you decided to be locked down
I tried not giggle, as I thought FINALLY!
He does want to spend the rest of his life with me.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months,
We were head over heels, everyone had a hunch
Dec 5, two thousand fourteen
You made a proposal, and I agreed
March 11, we went downtown to get our paper work started
We did not expect to be wed, before we departed
We signed the papers right there, that day
But I wanted to do it, the old fashioned way
So on July 10, among family and friends
We shared words and a kiss, once again
This time was special, I wore a big poofy dress
It was our family and friends, who bore witness
I am so happy that you are my king.
With love from your wife, your best friend, your queen.
I was shaken from my bed, two A.M. the clock read. Was I dreaming, no here it goes again should I be screaming. Wake up wake up, I said to my husband closeup. I got a sleepy grunt, go back to sleep it was a dreamy stunt. It was no dream, it was a quiver all over me like hot steam. The next day the news had about my shake, two A.M. we had an earthquake.
Date Written: 9/27/2021
Quiver
Note: True Story.~~~~RhymeZone
''Q'' Contest, NEW ONLY Poetry Contest
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