Thursday, March 12, 2015

My Child, My Sweet



My child, my sweet
How I've waited so,
Impatiently to see you,
To hold you, to meet you

Carried you in my womb 
Kept you safe and warm
Fed you, read to you
'Til you were ready, full term

Yet on that day, of your birth
The same person I was no more
With your first breath, with your first cry
It was you who gave me life. 

Thursday, March 5, 2015

I thrive

Photo by: @rebelesoteric 

I will thrive
For every stick and stone
For every evil word
Burns my desire 

For every lie and indiscretion
For every callous
Back hand 
I will thrive 

For the power 
Of my silence 
Is no longer
Yours to keep

For only weak
Resort to violence 
Powerless over me
I thrive 



Friday, February 27, 2015

Onomato(poei)a

All held in, distended 
'Til it couldn't hold anymore 
Such a relief to let it all go
To release, to let it flow
Held in for so long,
Shhhh
Take time, deep breath
Readjust to normal size
Exhale, sigh

Photo By: @rebelesoteric

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Milestones

I've contemplated what I would say on this, your birthday. 
One you've looked forward to since your last one. 
No doubt an eventful month, celebrating your 40th. 
Equally important, your first born turned 21. 

In looking for the right words to express what it is I feel, 
The first thought was - restored my faith in love. 
On second thought, I realized even that is not so. 
What I knew before was anything but. 
What I knew before wouldn't even come close. 

Your patience has kept me grounded through rough times. 
Your spirit, a guiding light. 
Through you I have grown and learned so much 
Your presence inspires me to reach beyond my own walls 

Five hundred, thirty-three days ago was a milestone 
The day you walked back into my life 
To redefine my perception 
And the little thing called LOVE


Monday, November 3, 2014

Before love...

We made music 
Choir class, remember that?
Bass, soprano
Jazz standards,
Staccato, vibrato 
Mulatto our love child
Not a physical incarnation 
Still a Creation, manifestation 
Of us, we til infinity 
Not even death will part

Took a lifetime to realize 
To grow and learn
What two decades showed
Separately, individually 
Now binds us
Keeps us fresh & new
Remembering what in past lives 
Became stagnate 
Feeling unloved, unwanted, disrespected, unrelenting 
Negative vibes, why?

Questions don't matter now 
The answers we've got
To keep our hearts young & active 
Actively pleasing, 
Appeasing one another 
Brother, I will be your keeper
Teacher, not your mother
But your equal 
Soul sister, 
Mate, lover 
Rock, til the break of dawn
Sunrise, dusk and fall
Back, front, side
All sides of you I've got 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Aria's Seventh

Twenty first of September, what a day to remember! 
To some it may be just a regular, random day 
But to a select few, life as they knew, would change in a very big way. 
A little girl was born at dawn, bright and early 
Aria Idali, with an I, not an E. 
Seven years ago, on that day came to be. 
And every day since an adventure has been, 
For those who know her closely.
A happy girl is she, 
With tremendous curiosity, 
Fire, spark and luminosity. 
She is brave and quite fierce. 
Smart, gifted and quite imaginative. 
She has a big heart, though protects it 
No, it's not just a bark. 
She can be quite amusing and quite entertaining, 
Telling jokes, though at times backwards and with no ending. 
Her dance moves and drawing skills, she consistently tries to master. 
She has few dislikes, yet many, many likes. 
An adventurous little one, tries things at least once. 

For the last six years, she has grown and grown. 
Developing quite a character, all her own. 
And so as many kids, little peep squeak, 
Likes holidays, dances and parties and such. 
More than Valentines', Halloween and Christmas combined, 
There is one day, in particular 
Second to none, none other 
Than her own birthday celebration. 
 
The little girl's birthday could not come soon enough. 
For weeks, upon weeks, months, upon months 
Meticulously marking and counting down,   
For her day, birthday to near. 
The place easily chosen, by the little one 
A pizza place, though a least common one, 
With much more than tokens for kids to have fun.
Bumper  boats bumping, 
Go-karts a-going 
Climbing trees for climbing, 
Princesses singing 
Musical chairs gaming and face painters painting little bits's faces. 

But what about the theme? 
What should it be? 
Then one day while shopping, on a day like any other. 
Upon entering the big red dot store, 
In the bins closest to the floor, 
Guess what little one and her mommy discovered? 
There were pencils, erasers, book markers and cups, 
Drinking cups with fun and colorful characters. 
There was Red Fish and Blue Fish, 
And that guy Sam I am, who surely, truly liked Green Eggs and Ham. 
There was also that cat, you know the one with a big red and white hat? 
"That's it!" Exclaimed the little one's mother 
"For your party! Let's make it The Cat in the Hat! 
What do you think about that?" To little one she asked. 
She thought and she pondered, then kindly responded: 
"Ok, sure, let's do that!" 

As the big week approached, to her mom it occurred, 
How little on loved to play dress up. 
But who of all could she be?
Perhaps a Whoville Who?
Maybe Cindy Lou Who?
The Lorax or her fav the grinchy Grinch? 
They all sounded great, yet not quite a fit, 
 For big sis and little peep squeak.
Then just before bed, just a few days away,
While the sisters played and ran amok. 
Doing this, doing that, the opposite of what their mommy had asked,
Eureka! It clicked, they are the silly two things in the book, with the big cat.
Red, white and blue. Skirts, tutus made of tulle.
Two shirts, some felt and some white poster board. 
Pencils, scissors, needles and thread, 
Paint, markers and double stick tape. 
Two circles their mommy made, 
One "Thing 1", one "Thing 2", a surprise for the sisterly two. 

The day finally came, the celebration underway.
Friends and family gathered, some from near, others far.
Some drove clear across town,
To run, skip, jump and play. 
There was plenty of food, everyone in good moods, 
They sang Happy Birthday and ate yummy cake. 
And those pencils, bookmarkers, erasers and such, 
In the Dr Seuss character clad cups 
Were the "candy bags", the loot kids made off with 
And you'll never believe, what a hoot! 
Not a peep or a squeak for the ixnayed candy! 
And so that was that, said the cat in the hat, 
Who happened to be Thing 1 and Thing 2's mom,
"Thank you all for coming and joining in cheer
As we celebrated Aria's seventh year!" 

"Happy birthday my little dear. 
Hope the time you awaited for this day was worth it. 
May this day stay with you now and forever. 
For the lucky number seven, has never been luckier, 
Now that it has you to share it. 
As quick witted as you are, fast as lighting and growing so tall,
It's a wonder you didn't just altogether skipt it! 
So on this day, twenty-first of September, from now until forever,
Don't forget, always remember mommy loves you, just as you are, 
From your toes, all the way to the top of your skull, 
And every little bit in between. 
Yes, even when you are grumpy and even say something mean. 
On this day,the twenty-first, my favorite in September. 
My life changed forever, for you make it better and better."

Friday, August 8, 2014

T&T clarity...

I had a man but let him go
For loving me more than I've ever known 
For loving me more than I realized I deserve
For loving me more than I thought I could return 
I had a man, a great man
Willing to take on more than what's his own
A man that saw me for all my worth 
A man who saw beyond my flaws
Who didn't see scars, but beauty marks
A man who saw me as an asset to his life
Who couldn't imagine it without me a part  
I had a man but let him go                 
A man who loved me more than I've ever known
A man who never let me go
A man who never gave up hope
A man who had my back 
Even when I lost sight of it all
I have a man who loves me so 
More than I could ever hope for