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Nancy Hupperich Poem
The endangered Ash Tree
what can we say
we have somehow
numbered your days
bright in the spring
with hint of all new
in summer you shade us
and make us feel new
So wonderful in the fall
of burgundy glow
so majestic in winter
dark bark against snow
to gaze at your splendor
to wish you to stay
look intently for it has seen it's last days
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2014
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Dear Prader Willi Syndrome.
You took my baby and have held it hostage and I'm very angry at you. From birth you've held me hostage as well.
Everyday I see you looming over my family and I hate you.
You have my son in your ugly claws.. but I will not give him to you. You hear me I WILL NOT let him be taken. I will fight you on every front I know ..so watch out. You do not own him, I do. I am the one that loves him most. I will be there for all the good and the bad and I will love him to no end. My beautiful happy little man is a joy to love.. but it's so very hard day by day. I wake up making my plans and I'm very sure I fall asleep to them as well. These plans are to give my son direction, love, and hope. So you may control him, but guess what?? You don't control me. I will fight and be knocked down but mark my words I WILL GET UP. My son has a mama bear in his corner and I will show my teeth and swipe my claws at you. I will curse you to no end on those long helpless days that promises never to end, all the backwards steps he takes I take with him. I will rejoice in the days that bring joy at making his goals and smile knowing I helped him there. So yes, I will never stop hating you. I will learn to work around you. I will never fear you as I fear my son's future, but not you, Prader-Willi, not you. You see my son is strong and beautiful and loving all that I hoped my children will be and I love him to the moon and back. So, take that Prader-Willi.
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2016
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Thanksgiving is for celebrating with family and friends.
Some live far away and some live so near.
Some we have lost over the years
We give thanks together with cheer,
never forgetting the ones we hold dear.
Give thanks to the new and old years ago for these years pass by us so quickly you know.
Give thanks for what we have and hold dear.
But always remember to hold yours and theirs near.
Happy Thanksgiving to you
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2015
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Winter white so cold and bright
blanket wide upon the site
the joy of the first sight
stay to long and we despair
leave us now, but come next year
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2015
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The New Year
The old year is out. The new, barely here.
Starting on promises you want to adhere.
The cleansing of old and of blossoming new.
Hoping that this will be your best New Year too.
Peace, love, and happiness for the old and the new.
The loved ones gone and the little ones new.
The promise of making and starting with cheer.
Let's hope for a Peaceful and Happy New Year !
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2019
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I don't think that having a family is a
Done that..been there kind of thing.
Each family is unique onto itself
But universal to animal kind.
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2014
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I cried my tears
And I sent them along
To hide in the dark corners
Where they belong
A smile and a sigh
Brought the expected high
I see that those dark corners
Are not so scary now
The morning sheds light
That those dark corners hide
My mind is at peace
No worrying that I can not abide
It's a good day, all fresh and new
My worries are so less than I knew
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2014
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A note to all the new parents of special needs babies?
Hello New Mom,
Congratulations, you are now part of a world where there is exquisite beauty.
Along with that beauty will come a hardship few can expound on. You are in the circle of a chosen few..... who become the warriors.
You will see and hear challenges you have not heard of.
You will beam with joy at the most basic skills accomplished. You will be the biggest fan EVER .
Your love for your child will endure you through all the tasks ahead.
You will be holding your breath without even knowing it and break into tears at the drop of the hat. You will think you just can't do it..but somehow you will find it in you to continue.
You will see your other children step up and advocate for their sibling and be better off because of it.
Your other children will astound you with their love and patience.
You will see the worst in humanity with stares and unkind words spoken and although it's extremely painful you will learn to push through at those times.
You will be their advocate forever.
You will be the fierce mama bear ready to swipe your claws at anyone who says "No" it just can't be done.
Each miniscule accomplishment your child masters is your accomplishment too.
The gentle pureness and childlike ways of your child will make your heart sing with joy.
You will get to know names of specialists like endocrinologist and speech pathologists and be waiting in Doctor offices more than you will want to.
You will learn of orthotics and how to use them.
You will become a Physical therapist and a Occupational therapist without the degree.
You will know that " failure to thrive" isn't so scary and you will learn to feed your child through tubes if it has to be done.
You will learn to depend on all the therapists and Special Ed. Teachers and learn to love them like your family.
You will learn along with your child.
You will know sadness and loneliness of a parent of a special needs child.
You will learn that there is a vast storage of knowledge and love and understanding with the seasoned parents.
Befriend them, join Facebook forums they are your support. Theses groups are strong because they hold each other up.
You will know love so deep and pure it amazes you.
You will become a proud parent and warrior of the most gentle soul you will ever have the honor to call your child.
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2020
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the conversation goes as follows......with my nine year old daughter
Mom is Santa really real?
What do you think?
I don't know..some kids are saying he's not
so...is he real, mom?
can you just believe without knowing I ask
NO
Well.....if you want the truth ...no he is not
big brown eyes looking up at me pooling with tears..
I say..you wanted the truth and I gave it to you
stomping off to her room...slamming the door....
I feel like crap...
her door opens again and down the hall she came
So... I guess that the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are not real as well?
long pause...not wanting to crush all her dreams....in such a short time
Well?
Yes, honey... they are not real as well...
tears and such a look of dismay she turns and runs back to her room
now I feel so bad (worse then crap)
moments later...she appears and states So...you've been lying to me all along!!!!!!
head nods and I fight back tears and nod again
at that moment I wish she was two again and Christmas would be magical and full of wonder....but I know we can't go back
Motherhood is full of Truths that are not fair
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2014
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Our Day
A dining room table
A living room chair
A bed with a side table sitting right there
A picture you took
The drapes in a pair
With many collectibles compiled to cheer
A dish to be washed
A kettle to heed
A clock on a mantle
Striking three
Children are out playing with glee
A tilt of a pillow
A table laid Lace
Where we’ll sit and say grace
Cups, spoons and forks all put away
Storing the mop, pail and broom
The hum of the dishwasher filling the room
Upstairs, kids kissed and tucked into bed
Good night, Good night sleepyhead
Warm fuzzy slippers
Put under bed
Pillows fluffed and tucked under head
Another day done and put away
This is the ending of our day.
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2020
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