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Unsung Hero - the Soldier

Unsung Hero – The Soldier

Warily he stood at the corner,
Wondering which way to turn.
A weary smile on his faded brow,
As he held out an old worn-out hat hoping for handouts,
A few miserly pennies or perhaps, even a piece of bread.

This once proud soldier,
Now reduced to being a petty beggar,
Was a remnant of a cruel war;
Where he once stood side-by-side with his comrades
And helplessly watched them fall one-by-one.

Cruel memories haunted his saddened heart,
As he each day he desperately tried to survive, 
Wondering if it would have been better
If he too on the bloody battlefield had died - 
But there was no real answer.

Maybe it was good that he had done his duty
Fighting for those who couldn’t. 
But now he was forgotten and forlorn, 
With no honor, no glory,
He was just a nobody.

With warm tears streaming down his cold cheeks,
Even now he thought of his fallen comrades, 
Questioning if they were really in a better place -
What if?
Why?

His thoughts about his tortured past
Continued to cling to him, 
Like the tattered coat 
He wore during the day,
And used for a pillow at night.

In his mind, he was still on the battlefield, 
Only this time he battled invisible foes -
A mind growing feeble, homelessness,
Hunger, loneliness, and most of all – 
Not having anyone to love him. 




9-16-2014

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Tribute To My Dearest Daughter

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter

My darling daughter,
Precious child of my youth,
Dearest to my heart - 
From that wonderful moment 
When I first felt that fluttering of life,
Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom,
I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.

With deep motherly pride
I helped you develop into womanhood
Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman. 
A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing 
To your own children and your family, 
But you are also a blessing to others -
Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.

With its ups and downs, life has transformed you, 
Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you.
You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding,
Unselfishly expecting nothing in return.
You are a wonderful human being - 
You are a true angel. 
God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!


Date: 7/26/2014
Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle

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The Sittee River

The Sittee River


Tumbling down from the magnificent Maya Mountains,
The rabid Sittee River rushed headlong, 
Over-flooding its banks and the giant mangroves
On its long journey to the open Caribbean Sea.
Once forest green, the River’s color was now a dirty brown.
Hundreds of floating logs all rafted and chained together
Like creeping caterpillars lined up on a dead leaf.
These lumbering mahogany logs, once majestic living trees
Would be transformed mostly into polished furniture.

Attention captured by this rambling rapidly roving River,
As a child I sat at my window wondering,
What other dark secrets did this wandering River hold?
Could it reveal the life of the ancient Mayas, other civilizations, or more?
I may never know.
Today the old beautiful River is clear and bitingly cold,
Keenly listening –
Vigilantly watching - 
Waiting for new adventures to unfold!



Note:
As a child, I grew up in the Sittee River Village in Central America, and this is 
one of my earliest memories of the River.

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Sunbeams

Sunbeams

Like gleaming gold dust floating in still air,
sparkling sunbeams silently stream through bare,
neglected, aging, cracked unpainted walls
that from my childhood, I can so very vividly recall.

In delightful uninhibited childish glee,
I try to grab hold of these lucid illusions persistently.
But these artful dodgers expertly evade my eager grasps,
like frightened fireflies they swiftly glide away from my obvious trap.


For now, that’s okay though,
because in my daydreams I know 
that one day when I'm all grown up,
I’ll magically capture them and fill my fairy cup.


Date: 7/27/2014

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Letter To My Son

Letter to My Son

My son, my son,
you broke my heart
and shattered my soul
when you silently slipped away.

While I never had the chance to say goodbye,
I knew it was not your wish to leave like that. 
But it was a cold, cruel hand
that delivered an awful lethal blow.

But God in his great wisdom and mercy
has comforted me in my sorrow,
and I still miss your words that echo in my heart,
“Mom, please don’t worry, I love you so.”

Even though it’s time to say a final good-bye,
I’ll never forget the pain of losing you, my child.
You're irreplaceable, and one day we'll meet again.
¡Adiós, mi hijo! Rest in the heart of God.

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Rainbow Child

Rainbow Child

I close my eyes
and see a rainbow bright.
The firm footsteps of my ancestors
echoing through the night,
and know that the red blood that flows
within my blue veins are a living, 
surviving part of them.
Even though they are long gone, 
their essence will never die
because I will carry on their sacred legacy, 
I am their rainbow child!
Spain, Mexico, Africa
cry out loudly to me –
you are our brown skinned progeny,
you are our rainbow child!

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Turtles

Turtles

We turtles are special and have been revered
All over the world for centuries.
In the Americas, native people always regarded us 
As being sacred, symbolical, and mythical. 
Even Christopher Columbus when he crossed the ocean blue,
Paid homage to us in 1492, as he spied a tiny island,
Off the coast of Hispaniola, that reminded him of a huge turtle shell,
Naming it “Tortuga,” the Spanish word for “turtle.”

Turtles like me are quite versatile, at home on either land or sea,
Good weather, bad weather, it’s all the same to me.
Freely swimming and roaming sandy beaches, 
It’s easy to seek protection between sharp rocks and crevices,
Colorful coral reefs, sunken ships,
And even hostile sharks and octopuses.
With friends and foes I forage for food, 
Among tender seaweeds and crusty ancient barnacles.

Honorable creatures, calm, cool, and seemingly unhurried,
We timid turtles trouble no one and mind our own business.
Alas! Too many of our gentle kind have sadly disappeared,
Some taken for pets, some served on delicate dinner plates, 
And some carelessly slaughtered. 
But fortunately for me, 
I’m the one that got away,
And lived to tell the tale!






Date: 7/29/2014
Entered in contest “Turtles” sponsored by: Cyndi MacMillan

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On Halloween Night - Hell's Gate

On Halloween Night - Hell’s Gate

Hell’s Gate, a misshapen, naturally occurring stone arch,
Towering over a smelly stagnant stream,
Scary, eerie, and darkly foreboding;
Not so inviting, crawling with creepy ghostly trees
That sprouted twisted thorns resembling the Devil’s crown;
And the stench of death hovered in the stale air.

Feared by the village folks, Hell’s Gate was known
To be home to many unholy creatures, and tales abound 
About four-fingered duendes, with feet turned backwards, 
Chupacabras that sucked the life's blood from animals, 
Venomous two-headed albino vipers, and even La Llorona,
The Weeping Lady, who spirited children away to a watery grave.

Only the very brave dared to venture near Hell’s Gate.
Adults would not go there even in broad daylight,
Children quivered and hid under thick covers in their beds;
Especially on Halloween night when evil spirits roamed about, 
And the mouth of Hell’s Gate was open wide -
Waiting to trap unsuspecting souls.




Notes: Duendes are fairy or goblin-like creatures that lack thumbs. They can be 
crafty and evil.

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Letter To Our Heroes

Letter To Our Heroes

Sons of America, heroes all,
stand strong - stand tall!
For the love of God and country
made you answer the patriotic call.
We are proud to call you our own,
our exceptionally brave heroes.
Deployed to strange lands,
leaving behind loving mothers,
children, and wives,
facing many great dangers,
trying your best to survive.
Happy memories of childhood days
seem to be far away in a distant past.
But do not be discouraged;
let God be your guide,
as He will surely see you through.
While I pray for my grandson,
who is your comrade, 
I also pray for all soldiers
far away from home -
for those Missing in Action,
and those in captivity,
for all the “Unknowns,”
for those who cannot say
“God have mercy,”
for all who are suffering
from the devastation
and cruelty of war,
terrorism and other 
distressing calamities.
May God's Holy Spirit be with you!
We hope and pray that one day,
you will all return safely to us,
who will never stop loving you!



Date: 8-10-2014

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Lady Moon

Lady Moon

Full moon, you brighten up the night sky
Lady Moon, cool, serene, and beautiful
Your splendor surpasses all.
Come to me,
Stay with me,
Lighten up my life 
Oh wondrous beauty!
You rise up in golden brilliance 
Then turn into silvery radiance
Keep on shining, Moon of Blue.