Posts Tagged ‘motherhood’

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Cleanse my Heart



Just want to

Wash away

All the moments

Before today

Start fresh

With new reason

Stop giving

Into treason

If I could

Id reach in

Remove the pieces

Of past sin

Look at it

In tilted hand

Watch it spill

Like time clock sand

Never again

Will I be

Brought to tear

Brought to knee

All it takes

To live this part

Is cleanse my soul

Cleanse my Heart



I was sitting with my nine year old this evening talking about the tragic shooting in an elementary school just like his. This poem came from that conversation with my little man.

I Love you Connor




Daddy daddy
Tell me why
Why do children

Have to die

I want to play
And run around
I want to smile
But now I frown

It’s just not fair
That we must hide
Run in fear
Or cry inside

Make them stop
Being so mean
Make them stop
Taking my dream

All I want
is to be me
All I want
Is to live free

Mommy mommy
Please don’t cry
Please just tell me
Why oh why




Once we met

I knew for sure

That I’d never have

To look no more

I found the one

Right for me

It happened so quick

I almost didn’t see

But thankfully yes

I did embrace

Her eyes her heart

Her lovely face

I pinch myself

Every now and then

Do I deserve

What heaven sent

Of course I do

And so does she

I’m sure she feels

The same of me

She is my life

My heart my soul

I love you dear

Till we grow old





It wasn’t long

Before I knew

That the mother in me

Is the mother in you

How you held me tight

On my very first day

From the moment we met

From the things you say

I grew up fast

I grew up strong

You were there

For me all along

When my way was lost

Or when I fell

No need for words

You could always tell

Even today

While we’re apart

My life complete

With you in my heart

So, as I write

This poem to you

Remember this mom

Every word is true






I think it’s fair

That you should know

That all you do

Sets hearts aglow

You are the one

Who does their best

You’re always there

And never rest

To be an aunt

Mom or dad

To be the one

She’s always had

As I watch

This from afar

I must admit

How good you are

They’ll always say

She pulled it thru

They’ll always say

Great things of you

So as I end

This tale to you

You should be proud

Of all you do





I used to think

I used to feel

That what I do

Makes it real

But looking at you

And the way you are

Confirms you’re real

And real by far

We shouldn’t boast

Or brag at all

But just the same

You should stand tall

You have a gift

That others need

I wish I had

That gift to feed

So please go on

And fight the fight

It is in your strength

That HE delights

It is my wish

And of others too

That you also feel

The good in you



This heart of mine, the muscle inside of me, pulsing, beating, and pumping life into my life. I  feel it, I hear it in the silence of night. I hold it in a bedside cradle, like a one eye open sleeping father would a newborn. Only I am it’s child, my heart is the one that never rests. My heart is mine, yet it allows me to be who I choose to be. My heart does not tell me, I command it, yet it lets me feel.

I also know that someday it will stop, just cease to exist. It will not warn me when it suddenly stops, for I have not earned that courtesy. And that’s okay with me, I’ll not be mad. I have given my heart more than it’s fair share of love and pain. I have asked my heart to give love and pain to others as well. My heart does not detest me for the pain I shared with others. And make no mistake, it was a shared pain. 

And in the end, my end, when that moment comes, that dreadful instant when I will know that this is it THE END.

My heart will not ask of me to struggle to keep it pumping, pulsing ,beating.

For it knows that I will accept OUR END. It will only seek to for me to take one last sweet breath and release it completely to my soul, to lie still and seek the heavens that brought us together.

This heart of mine, this beautiful gift given to me will share my very last moment with me just like it was our first moment together. 




I want to hold you honey. I really,really do. When I walk towards you, to embrace you, to take you in my arms I walk right thru you. Like you aren’t even here. It’s like you or I are ghosts or something. Like we’re both made from smoke or air. Nothing is solid between us. I am like wind to your cloud. Sometimes I feel like you don’t even see me. Like I’m not even in the same in the room with you, and yet I am. Even though I am sitting right across from you. How can you not see me? Can you see me? Can you at least sense that I am here?

Am I here? How can I tell if I am really here or even alive for that matter?

How do I prove to you,prove to us that I even exist?

Maybe I died long ago?

That’s why she doesn’t know I’m here.

I’m dead,that’s why I don’t exist in her eyes.

Oh man my stomach is really acting up.

I belch before I can contain it, BBUURRPP!!!

“REALLY YOU COULDN’T HOLD THAT IN?” she yells across the room at me.


Yeah, I’m alive.