Her heart is a warm, golden light
Patience is her title
In a distressed nine months, she held onto me
Facing changes and discomfort in her body
At the edge of losing herself, she held on
Waiting patiently with love and care to see my face
She held me with joy, with tears in her eyes when she held me
Her breast was my comfort and my survival
Her breasts sagged, but she still fed me with love and joy
Ignoring the physical changes she had
My cries kept her awake
Her hands soothe me
Her voice brings me joy
Singing lullabies with her sweet voice with compassion to put me to sleep
Sleep was not hers when I was awake
She woke up several times to see if I was okay
My discomfort, her heartache
My smile, her joy
When I'm disheartened, she inspires me
Her tongue is full of encouragement
She holds me up with her tongue when I fall
Her words and prayers keep me going
What love I have got
This love, a great treasure I hold
A great gift God showered on me??
I love you, mama, ?
A-S B
Categories:
tressure, africa, appreciation, caregiving, mom,
Form: Free verse
Don't dare joke with their doctrine
Nor raise it in a latrine
Like had tried Goofing Kathrine
Now melted like margarine!
Their Doctrine not in bathrooms:
Bathtubs never living rooms;
Their camera can scenes zoom,
As one body choose your doom!
One they won't mind battering
And one's tressure scattering;
No rowing of one's bought boat
No testing of one's new coat...
You they shall tell with cleared throat
" Your body shall in pond float!"
Its Malice that won't Vanish;
Evil thoughts they won't banish.
Categories:
tressure, age, career, celebration, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Ocean my best friend.
With a broken heart i return to
you trying to mend.
Couple of drinks out in the sun.
Drunken bliss underneath a umbrella.
what the the prety young things run.
Sure im a bum what can i say.
But in the pressense of prefection.
Yes i can think of worse ways to spend the day.
lovers will break you.
The emotions like a rip current will take you.
But in its crashing ways I confide.
How sweet would be the moment with you by my side.
I drink looking acroos the unending view.
Lean apon it's sandy shoulder and question
what shall i do.
Fools search for the tressure that is above the ground.
I speak to you stil.
For even alone you are here.
By a fire I see lovers pass.
And i recall with fond reflection.
Her wicked passion and desire with a touch of sas.
alone i sit drink in hand.
feeling everything so deeply.
Emotions mixed with fragments of sand.
No matter are failures still we must reach.
For that spcial someone.
As i sit lost and broken reflecting apon the beach.
Categories:
tressure, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme
Close the door and never
think twice.
Love is a gamble.
Inwhich we all roll the dice.
Many dreams are broken under
a moonlit sky.
Yet no word hold the pain
like goodbye.
I rememeber it so very well.
Nights wrapped in passion.
As silent promises as lovers
we tell.
Tressure thoose thoughts
And buty them deep..
take my heart.
For its forever yours to keep.
Still night memeories show so very clear.
They torture thoose thoughts.
that tell me your no longer here.
the brige now burnt stands as a memorial
underneath a starlit sky.
I find solace in the pain.
as all i hear is goodbye.
Categories:
tressure, angst, loss, sad
Form: I do not know?
I am your care giver Thats who I am
here to bath you and hold your hand
here to make your day a little better
here to share the hard times you weather
here to clean and cook for you
here to be a friend that is true
here to sit with you if you want me to
hear your tells of better days sunny and blue
here to lend a hand and help you be stronge
here to protect you and keep you from harm
but you see I may be the care giver
but it is you that is helping me
you teach me your wisdoms and how to be true
you give me your trust too
you show how to listen and have a kind heart
you show me how to make life good from the start
you give a reason not to give in
you open my heart when you let me in
so thank you sweet people who allow me to care
thank you for needing me in you live to share
you are a tressure more pure than any gold
you are the strong one not just the old
Categories:
tressure, caregiving, care, me, care,
Form: I do not know?