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Oh Daughter Mine

Be proud of your scars
oh daughter mine
now a mother of children dear
Remember the time
they suckled your breast
gorging on the food of love
Worried lines on your face
anxious frown on your brow
a love story you cannot erase.

Oh  daughter mine be proud of your scars.

Pendulos breasts wear with pride
your babies now full-grown  and wise.
Stretch marks remain to tell
  that you carried your babies well.

Oh daughter  mine be proud of your scars.

A badge of honor
that's what they are.
Thickened waist and cellulite disgust many
yet tell a story so sweet so true.

Oh daughter  mine be proud of your scars.

Uptilted breasts shapely hips
elegant thighs tell a story of their own
but you gave  your babies all you had
with love and tenderness.
 When they're grown and gone away
you will remember them still
 by the scars you bear today.

 Oh daughter  mine be proud 
Be proud of your scars.

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Another Angel By My Side.

Soft and tender a precious gift you were
never a day I missed to kiss your 
dimpled cheeks , or hold your litlle hands
flowers, little buds that held a promise
of a gentle touch or warm embrace.
I know your face your crooked smile  even your feeble cry
I knew you  love of my life
but did not know your were here only  for a time.
You  knew me too I could see it in your eyes 
sparkling gems that flashed when you saw my face.
Now you've gone  to a place far away, to your home in the sky 
from whence you came and stayed a little while.
Another angel I have now, this one I know so well
I'll always remember your smile, and dimpled cheeks
your busy hands and little feet.
My guardian angel you've come to be 
one I was blessed to meet... to know.. to embrace ....to love...
 now I know you came not to stay only to make my acquintance and I yours
My  heart is sad for I miss you so my infant  child
wish you  had stayed  awhile. 
How I cried when you left and though my tears have now dried
I will always miss you though you stay by my side.
You are my special Angel the one I know best
the one I have held, loved and known, better than  all the rest.

Just to let readers know. I have not lost a child. I simply wrote this poem for all 
who may have lost  such a precious one.

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A Nurse's Task.

Work, work, work,
Never a task we shirk
From dusk till dawn
From dawn till dusk
In God we place our trust.

Smile, smile, smile
As we tarry awhile
With cheerful smile
we heal a heart
that wounds have torn apart.

Kind and thoughtful
Never mean or hurtful
for tomorrow our turn may come
It's now or never, to help another
As we plod and keep on the run.

It never fails
our gentle touch
to warm a heart anew
Little words that leave our lips
are like balm upon a bruise.

A nurse's day begins with love
but when sunset comes and our day is done
We hope that God will say
A job well done my dearest ones
But tomorrow, we'll start anew.

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Baroque... Oh Music Sweet.

The sound of baroque  fills the air
the lively beats one can hear 
 as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance  upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down from  cypress trees.
Violins squeak ...Trombones blare
mandolins vibrate the inner ear.
The harp thrills......soft ripples along the  narrow stream,
fish jumping into sunbeams.
Cymbals clash , a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flash
A silent throb...the  music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hills
 soothing, drawing  all into a warm embrace
calming the spirit , slowing the pace.
The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panes
A Grand finale......twitching nerves that  long for solace. 
Silence now as the music stops.
Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams.
 Baroque music lives on....do not weep.
Sleep now ....sleep.

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Material Things.

Oceans ebb and flow as do the winds that blow
spinning eddys into whirls dragging the trapped through
  dizzying holes.
Material things are just the same they come and go,  
fleeting ,mundane things that do not stay
only obstruct the way to cause delay
of better things to come.

A shadow's here one minute ,gone the next
same as the sun that rises and sets. 
  Shifting sands play hide and seek
 the moon itself so  often peeks
between the clouds ,knowing all too well
material things stay only for a spell.

Seek that which lasts and never ends
 as we journey on the wings of time,
 attachment to material things 
is  surely a  child's pastime.
Store up blessings ,instead of riches,
they last forever and a day, and help you 
along the narrow path towards the golden gates.
When you arrive on that happy day
wouldn't you  like to hear God say
Peter.... Open up them Pearly gates 
my friend has come to stay?

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Love Thy Brother.

Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been  lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have 
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
 Isn't there another way?
 Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically 
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's  left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's  now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain 
 When, oh when will Peace prevail.

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Divinely Empowered

I Am an achiever 
Because the Great Achiever
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am a King, royal and great
Because the King of Kings
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am powerful mighty and sure
Because the Great I Am 
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am eternal always Am
Because the  Eternal God 
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am co- creator of all that be
Because the Creator of all things 
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am love, pure and perfect  
Because the Most perfect of Love 
Lives in me and I in Him

I Am a rock strong and enduring
Because the Rock of Ages
Lives in me and I in Him

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Barefoot Rice and Hot Souse

Cook white rice with ochroe in
                                      Coconut milk-----stew 
                              Pigs-feet and pigs- tail seasoned
                                  and spiced ------ain't that nice
                                           Yummy Yummy -----now                                          
                                                set the  table
                                                     Eat                                                  
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                     Hot.
                                                 Dig in man
                                             A caribbean feast
                                           and juice of lemons 
                                       Cucumber, hot peppers, salt
                                           pour  into jar------- add
                                        Boil pigs-feet, in iron  pot

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Castles In the Sand.

Sand dunes lay upon the desert floor
 graceful ridges , mountains high
tempting the fool to build his house
on sweeping curves in constant motion.....a ship adrift on a stormy ocean
 throwing caution to the wind.

Swirling specks as they do fly....filling nostrils, blinding the eyes.
Here a face....castles on  the other side
 which teasing winds again blow  aside.
Shapes and designs he builds again
unafraid.... no sign of  rain
to wash his efforts with cool disdain.
He builds a fortress  where he stands
to protect him  from the enemy's hand.
Grit in his eyes....a crunch between his teeth...sandpaper on stone 
beneath his feet.

Blowing high... blowing wide, twirling bits....stinging whips
not a place to hide.......as  the swirling sand his cheeks doth kiss.
 Into his robe it flows as  he pores his way  underground
  hoping  for shelter from the storm.
Yet one more time he tries his hand
at building shapes that will not stand.
 He's yet to learn  ....that simple mind
One cannot build castles in the sand.

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Ever So Gently

Like snowflakes on my eyelashes

Like the gentle wind that blows

Like the rustle of leaves on trees

and birds chirping  in  the eaves

You come each day and touch my soul

With fingers warm and light 

And kiss my cheek a breath of jasmine

that make my senses reel

Illusive as a  sunbeam 

 I know when you’re near 

 By the scent of love’s sweet fragrance 
 
 and the upcurl of my hair

When my heart's bursting with joy

and your light comes shining through

I know ti's you dear God,

                          I know ti's you.


Inspired by Maya Angelou.