April Mother Daughter Poems

"The Conversation: I Found God, so now what?"



the ugliest thing happened here today,

I could turn away and write of unicorns
but I’ll write about beauty found...

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Dolly woke first kissed Damian 
On his cheek. He was still asleep.
Today was July 27th  Dolly 
Thought, "Oh my Goodness."
"Today is me and Molly's...

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Unspoken Words
April of 2008 


I know you would love to tell me
 all the things that you feel
But before you do, you got to decide
what...

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Oh !Women ,
           Pillars 
             Of the societies,  
                    Heroines
            ...

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Dear Mother, 

Happy Birthday, Mom. 
All your children are here today..
to celebrate your exemplary life! 
What a turbulent but amazing journey it was, Mommy! 

You grew up in a beautiful...

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Realizing a fresh life growing inside, 
What thoughts coursed through your mind, 
I still wonder, oh dear my mom. 
Did you gleefully welcome the news?
Or...

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Don't know your address, in Heaven somewhere
Just know, I'm writing this with utmost care.
I never knew you, for you died one day,
left softly when my...

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Your voice, your face, your love for me
exist still in my heart and mind.
Though you've been gone for many years,
your essence isn't hard to find.

I...

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"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction...

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   I have been keeping secrets since I was a small girl
           ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I discovered the oven mitt I now use 
in a cardboard box Mama left behind.
She used it till she became unable to cook,
shortly before she...

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Each and every day,
   I am grateful for the time.
Aware and in the moment,
   which is temporarily mine.
And, looking at my...

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“Your Finest Hour”



pour a paint can
from isolation
a heart torn
blood spills Red 
on the crushed White empty now
absorbed in the mother vein

Stop.

a tall tree, Green, waiting,...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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