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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
Eyes open mine since birth.
An old soul, seeing the world twice.
My mother's smile her mother's smile;
never changes, sadness overwhelms her face, still.
The sun comes, more days than before, but all too familiar.
Different time, but not different faces.
Words are spoken; when mouths were closed;
Same words; same people.
Some may listen, but do they hear?
Many voices, many words to remember.
I been here before, the same, but a faint difference.
You listen when I speak, I listen when you speak.
Ears are opening, faintly hearing.
Slowly are opening mine eyes since birth.
Catherine Johnson Broussard, Poet
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2017
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
Be amazed by your strength,
it was given to you before your name was spoken.
Your strength is adored by many;
those who knew of your arrival.
They waited, patiently, knowing you are their merit.
Humble, mighty people who paved your way.
You stand on their shoulders, forever looking high.
Never turning back, only to regain their strength.
They walk with you; still, hold your head high,
for many are aimed to follow.
Steady your pace, walk on their green earth.
Know their steps, and unearth unturned stones, lessons are to be learned.
Be amazed by your strength;
It was given to you before your name was spoken.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2023
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
EMBRACE
Embrace your past; learning from each mistake;
unturned stones are your hopes.
Cherish your faults, they are what make you strong.
Believe in you; stand tall as the mighty Oak.
Never falling, holding the earth's secrets.
Listen, follow the words of your soul, their souls,
for they will never forsake you.
Be bold, you are their blessing;
they knew.
See your heart; find them; show their proudness on your face.
Speak your truths; theirs truths;
never forsaking; only EMBRACING.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2018
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
I dream of blue waters steady under my feet; trouble water comes often.
My feet are planted firmly, I will never cease.
At times I fall to the bottom, only for a while.
Waves strike, one way or the other, never losing my way.
I don't know where the waves will take me; yet home is always in my sight.
I have visions of flying high, high as it takes me.
Belonging to myself, all is left behind.
I know that trouble will not escape me, it's always near.
I stand fixed, a beam of light strikes me; I only feel its strength.
Free, even if I lose my way, I will not be lost.
Oh! What great silence I hear.
Words are not spoken; my soul hears what it hears.
Now, I am awake, but only to dream of blue waters.
Steady under my feet.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2025
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Breathe, celebrate our ways; never forget them.
Rejoice in the power of our foremother, forefather.
Puissance in each footstep.
Celebrate their words; sing loud, spirited.
Sing to the moon which they saw.
Sing to the stars which were in their eyes.
Rejoice in every step, tap the earth; wake up old souls!
Let them know that we are here; willing.
Dance, laugh; tell them that you will never stop;
never stop until we dance, laugh and shout together.
Always; still today; under HIS Eyes, never parted, never will.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2020
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
I look to you, one of many.
You are my past, now my present.
With me still, surrounding me always;
saying; stay steadfast!
Bend your knees when hope is gone.
Cry out HIS Name when you are unlearn.
I listen, as you speaks HIS truths.
I follow; knowing you've been here.
Show me your ways; I need to know.
Cast down your wisdom; I want to learn.
Stay with me; as always.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2019
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
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Name unknown, yet we are.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2019
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
Dignity comes from within.
Given to us by them, the Ones who knew.
The Ones who came before us.
Back breaking, heart aching, sturdy ones,
Ones with closed mouths, screaming souls.
The ones who carried all which was.
Dignity; my mother, your mother, my father, your father.
Born with it; never beaten out.
Dignity consoling as my bruised blacken knees hit the floor.
It remains with me when it's too hard to bear.
Dignity, my birth right; it settled upon my first breath,
as my eyes opened.
It's never taken lightly; always protected.
Stand tall on the backs of many, much is to be learned.
Repay them, for much is owed.
Stand in Dignity, for they are watching.
Dignity, given to you before your name was spoken.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2017
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
I see you in the sunlight, you are never out of sight.
A slight remembrance of you as the clouds pass by.
Your footsteps are chiseled on the earth; I can never fill them.
Your arms wrapped in the Africa's trees,
catching each one of us as we fall.
My roots are deeply planted, grown from HIS Dirt.
You dream the same dream as I do now.
Your shadow follows me in each one of them.
You know of my hopes; they are yours; you kept them for me;
knowing that I will need them.
Looking for blessings in each passing day; I will follow your ways.
I hear you say "thank you Lord,
but these weary bones need rest.
You rested, allowing me to gain strength for another day.
I look for you, I see you in the sunlight as the clouds pass by.
Telling me, "I am never out of sight".
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2022
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Catherine J. Broussard Poem
Remember the dark days; through the sun was bright.
Remember the hunger in your stomach, but a beat in your step.
Remember the aches and pain, but you endured another day.
Remember, the heartache being childless, yet you birthed eight children.
Remember, all you endured, yet, you are still here; in me.
Remember your sacrifices; yet, you remained humble.
Remember HIM because HE has not forgotten you, for I am here;
the very essence of you.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2019
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