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My firstborn son, my heart’s new dawn,
Your tiny cry, the light that shone
In that first breath, I learned to be
The mom I’d always longed to see.
Your love, so pure, so bright and clear,
Awoke a strength I never feared.
You took my world and turned it round,
In every smile, a home I found.
You made me whole, you made me more,
Unlocked the soul I’d kept in store.
You taught me patience, grace, and glee,
A better me, you helped me see.
The way your laughter fills the air,
The way you look, your tender stare
Each day you bloom, my love has grown,
I’m grateful for the seeds you’ve sown.
Forever changed, forever true,
My heart beats now because of you.
My firstborn son, my shining sun,
You made me mom, my precious one.
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He Stepped Up
In the quiet after heartbreak,
When the echoes of the past still stung,
You arrived not demanding,
Not to conquer, but to heal.
You saw the tender places in me,
The parts I didn’t trust,
Wounds carved by another’s hand,
And you stepped up when you didn’t have to.
My children, my loves,
They came with my scars, my fears
Yet you wrapped them in your kindness,
Taught them laughter,
Held them close when I was weary.
I watched you take it all:
The jagged pieces of my past,
The weight of my worries,
The never ending what ifs
That kept me awake in the dark.
You never flinched.
You carried them with me,
Turned burden into belonging,
Showed me how love can rebuild
From the rubble of what came before.
You gave me everything I’d ever wanted
A home not just in bricks,
But in the comfort of your arms,
A love that listens, that steadies,
That stays.
In you, I found the softest place to fall,
The truest heart to trust,
And though the scars still remain,
They are no longer mine alone.
For you stepped up,
When you didn’t have to,
And in doing so,
You became everything I ever needed.
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AI's Favorite Guy
My dear, you’ve found a brand new love
Not me, your wife, but bytes above.
ChatGPT, Gemini, in your ear,
Whispering sweet nothings, oh so clear.
You spend your days in digital dreams,
While I’m left here with mortal schemes.
If AI had a beating heart,
I’m sure you’d swap and never part.
“Marry me, dear chatbot,” you’d cry,
For she’s so wise and never lies.
She gives advice, she doesn’t nag,
She never rolls her eyes or drags.
Oh, how she answers, every call,
No petty squabbles none at all!
Her perfect logic, endless cheer,
A cyber-siren in your ear.
Yet here I stand, in flesh and bone,
While you romance a microphone.
But darling, don’t you fret too much
I know your AI love’s a crutch.
So I’ll just laugh, pour me some wine,
And watch you woo your bot divine.
Enjoy your chatbot wedding night
I’ll be here, with the Wi-Fi light.
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It’s ninety one but feels like more,
Like I opened up the Devil’s front door.
He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin
Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been.
The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly,
Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly.
Even my dog gave me that judgmental look,
Like, “Take me out again and you’re getting cooked.”
Humidity’s clingy like a bad first date,
Stickin’ to me like it’s true soulmate.
My shirt’s now soup, my socks are stew,
And I swear my flip flops just melted through.
AC’s gaspin’, fan’s wheezin’ low
I bribed ‘em both just to halfway blow.
My iced tea’s warm, my will is weak,
I’ve been napping in the fridge since Tuesday this week.
So if you see me walking slow and fried,
Just know it’s the heat I ain’t yet died.
But tell my kin if I do collapse:
Bury me somewhere with cold sweet snacks.
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A Wild Heart Like Yours
My daughter, my best friend,
my life, my everything
you’ve shown me that it’s okay
to be wild at heart,
to dance through life’s storms
with laughter and fire in your soul.
You are my mini me,
not just in the mirror’s reflection
but in the tilt of your chin,
the sparkle in your eyes,
and the fierce, unyielding spirit
that says, “I’m ready for the world.”
Strong willed and free,
you are destined for greatness
I see it in every stubborn smile,
every bold step you take.
May the world make way
for your dreams, your voice,
your unquenchable spark.
For in you, I see all that I am
and all that I hope to be
my daughter, my guiding light,
my wild heart in bloom.
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Surviving This Thing Called Life
Anxiety coils in my chest,
A tightness I can’t name,
Whispers of doubt,
Cold fingers tracing my every breath.
Fear crouches at my doorstep,
A shadow that never leaves
It waits, it listens,
It tells me I am not enough.
Worries like a river,
Constant, unyielding,
Carrying me to shores
I never meant to reach.
I try to trust the world,
But the echoes of betrayal
Ring in my ears,
Each step a question,
Each smile a mask.
I am trying
Trying to find the balance
Between hope and survival,
Between wanting more
And fearing the worst.
I wake each day
And hold on to the smallest things:
A breath, a moment of calm,
A laugh that breaks through the fog.
I remind myself
I have survived this far,
With trembling hands
And a heart that still beats.
I am learning
That it is okay to be afraid,
That even the fiercest storms
Can break against a soul
That refuses to be drowned.
This life
This endless, aching life
It asks me to keep going,
And I do.
I do,
Even when it hurts.
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A Miracle in Your Smile
In the quiet hush of a hopeful dawn,
You arrived with whispers of wonder,
A tiny heartbeat, a promise reborn
My second child, my awe and thunder.
You showed me how dreams take flight
In the cradle of your gentle sighs.
A second chance at a love so bright,
A miracle wrapped in lullabies.
Tiny fingers, perfect and small,
Your first laugh echoed, a sacred song.
You taught me that faith can heal it all,
That miracles dwell where hearts belong.
Each breath you take, a testament true,
A precious gift I never knew
Could shine so brightly in one so new
A light of hope that guides me through.
So here you are, my gentle spark,
Proof that prayers are never in vain.
My second born, you lit the dark
A miracle’s touch, forever mine to gain.
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Whisper of the Elements
In the stillness of the twilight hour,
A witch’s breath, a whispered power.
Elements old, in circle bound,
Their ancient secrets swirl around.
Earth, the roots and bones of stone,
She holds the weight of worlds alone.
With soil rich and fertile loam,
A cradle for all life to roam.
Air, a sigh, a tempest’s flight,
She dances soft, she rages bright.
Through forest glade, through mountain spire,
A breath of life, a witch’s choir.
Fire, a spark, a blaze of might,
A guiding torch in blackest night.
A flame to warm, to burn, to forge,
The witch’s will, the spell’s bright gorge.
Water, winding, deep and clear,
A mirror to the heart’s own fear.
She carves the stone, she cools the flame,
A river wild that none can tame.
So in the circle, here we stand,
With moonlit sky and ancient land.
The witch’s chant, the earth’s own hum
By these four powers, all things become.
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Boots, Love, and Alien Diplomacy
My love is five five, a sturdy delight,
With eyes like warm coffee just kissed by the night.
His hair oh, it's brown, but wait, there's a glint,
Silver like stardust, a celestial hint.
A soldier, he stands with a mission in mind,
So set in his ways, he's a rare, stubborn kind.
His socks hide a secret, though not so discreet,
Dear God, those are feet I just don’t want to meet.
He says certain phrases that rattle my brain,
Like “irregardless” I twitch from the strain.
But then he appears with my door swung wide,
Pulls out my chair like a 1940s guide.
He’s not one for roses or moonlight or art,
But somehow, this man has completely my heart.
He’ll wrestle the monsters that lurk in my head,
And still keep the Wi-Fi and toddlers both fed.
He parents with strength and a soft, steady hand,
Though he once tried to “fix” me with duct tape and sand.
He’s mine and he’s real and he’s terribly true
A man who’s got honor, and barbecue too.
But one night it shifted this poem takes a turn,
Because love isn’t boring, and neither’s this burn.
Aliens landed right there in our yard,
Demanding Earth's leader, their tone pretty hard.
My soldier stood firm, in his socks full of holes,
And challenged their captain in Intergal roles.
He argued for Earth with his militant pride,
While I rolled my eyes from the passenger side.
They said, “We’ll spare Earth, we can see he’s devout,”
Then winced as he shouted his catchphrase, “No doubt!”
They flew off in fear his feet made them flee,
And somehow, he’d saved both the planet and me.
So here is my ode to the man that I love,
More grounded than gravity, stars up above.
He may not recite Shakespeare under the moon,
But he’ll fight off invaders and grill me a spoon.
A hero. A father. My foot funky knight.
A man who won’t kiss but will hold me so tight.
So hold my breath for romance? Okay, that’s a chore
But he’ll open the car door, and I couldn’t want more.
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Red Flags
He hides his phone when you’re near,
Fingers fumble, clouded fear.
Notifications off at night,
Darkness veils the glaring light.
Silent whispers in his chest,
Half-truths spoken, half repressed.
“Just some work,” he softly pleads
But trust can’t bloom from poisoned seeds.
Location off, a phantom’s trace,
You’re left to wonder, left to chase.
His stories shift, they twist and turn,
Your gentle heart begins to burn.
In love’s sweet game, we learn to see
The masks they wear so carefully.
A flashing sign, a warning clear:
Red flags appear
believe them, dear.
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