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I Will Stand

08 Jun

you can look at me and call me names

you can break my heart in sensless shame

but you cant take my mind from the truths I know

I can tell you once or tell you twice

 but you stay dumbfounded and dont care to know

you can pull my hair and slap my face

i wont always break down and cry

I’ll stand my ground for I have the right to

no matter how hard you fight and beat me down

I’ll stand my ground with every blow

you look me in the eyes

  telling me not to try to run my own life

I tell you…

 you can try and continue to disrepect all that i say

but I shall stand my ground till i die

At least I respect things that  you say

even when you hit me and make me black and blue

I’ll stand to you even when you least want or expect me to

you will take my flesh with you to the grave

weather you want to or not

because beating me will only bring you shame and a grey soul in life

however I will fight you to the end

you aren’t gonna tear me down

I will stand here and hold my ground

you can take my life or at least try

I won’t run from you and hide

I have no shame or no guilt to hide

i will stand my ground and live on the edge of life

 
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Posted by on June 8, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Moving To First Grade

06 Jun

Your life begins as a tiny sized pea
Beginning to grow and change bringing to it it’s brand new form once becoming a baby

As that baby grows from small to tall and growing into old it no longer is such a small baby, then it becomes a child

The child then begins to grow and then understand more and mature still growing as it will to being able to ride a school bus, learning at her own will

Now she’s finished kindergarten another year learned and complete
The school year coming to an end
The child has come so far and ready to move another milestone ahead bringing her to first grade then

You sit back and realize that you have seen so much, yet that you miss so much more she flew right thru kindergarten and caught up with her peers

Time has flown by just as a raindrop falling from the rain cloud in the sky next she’ll soon be becoming a teen uh oh look out she’ll soon then be asking for the keys, or going on a date

Kindergarten in over now
She’s already at first grade beginning next school year

I can’t believe these girls of mine were once my tiny treasures once so small such a short time ago that I was still laying on my belly and that now we are already here at first grade beginning next school year

Growing from young to old is not and easy thing to do, but moving so quickly is one thing that you can’t surpass it’s so

Watching from the sideline as your little one so quickly grows your bound to shed a tear or two

Your babies aren’t babies anymore they are becoming beautiful young girls right before your face with next years new era MOM, I’M MOVING INTO FIRST GRADE!!!

A new excitement brought along with a new song and phrase
A new joy shining in upon her soul white face
Something that means so much to her she now says it everyday like this is really something big

Welcome to your new class girl now you’ll see the old and may find even some new friends beginning in first grade

Next year again will fly by too and quickly move you forward moving you in then to the beginning of first grade

Then you’ll get to watch all the kids behind you and say that was once me last year

You’ll be the new endeavor, the new big girl you’ll be the one to help them thru the year so that they then will be the ones soon moving to first grade

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2012 in kids, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 
Aside
04 Jun

Looking into my eyes

you ask…

Mommy what will i be when i grow big like you

Will I be as sweet sensed as you

what will I be when I grow

My response…

Sweet child of mine you may be exactly what you want to be

be anything from your hearts fine desires

don’t let anyone take that away

you will be what you are meant to be when you grow as big as me

Sweet as I am and sensible too

you need not learn that for you already know

in God’s good time all will fall through just as should be

that is when you will become just what you want to be

Mommy can I be a singer…

 can I own my own pet shop…

can I choose my own car and make it just as I would want it for me

my darling you can be and do anything written from your heart

you can do or be anything that you want to be

you may always think of that till when you grow older like me

just keep the door open and your mind set free

then my dear you can become whatever you would like to be

will you still be there till the day I decide

will you hold my hand and aproove as i make up my mind

I am your mother love

I will never walk away

I will always stand by yourside each and everyday

I will aproove whatever choice you would decide

wheather I agreee or disaproove I will alsways stand by your side

I will give you my words and my own piece of mind

however in the end I will know that we could come to a compromise

 and that this new big girl is the very child of mine

A child who I once told you could be whatever you want to be

that choice is yours and not that of mine

the decision is yours of your own hearts desire

so I will only follow along and be the strong held wire helping you pull it all thriugh

No matter what I will always be your mother and look after you

I will let you do and be whoever God has created you

I will help you reach your own hearts goal

and I will always stand by you and help pull you thru

So mommy… when I grow as big as you I can be what I want to be

yes dear, when you grow as big as me you can be what you want to be

Mommy,

I’ve gotten big now…

what do I want to be

My child,

you’ve gotten bigger indeed

your slowly growing big like me

but you must decide what you would like to be

Mommy,

I want my pet shop now.

I want to own my very own pet store

I have decided that on my own on my way

now would you please go and buy one for me

child my dear you are only seven

you still must be older and bigger to buy a pet store

but it’s okay if that is what you would like to be

I will help you train and know how to run your pet store when the time is just right and okay

I will help you prepare you

I will help you find your way

so that you may follow your hearts desire

 to be just what you would like to be

looking into your eyes…

I say one day child you will decide right

your turn will come when you are as big as me

then you will know and find your very hearts desire in life

Looking Into My Eyes…Mommy What Will I Be

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

I Gaze At Grey Skies

02 Jun

While lying awake in the early rise of the day

 I gaze at grey skies and clouds out my windows slowly blowing past and away

after the storms of the night pounding loud on the house

tornado warnings issued for the counties around me

now flooding the threat for this morning Isee

silence of the storm calming and going away

awaiting the day to fully clear and glow in the morning sun

I gaze out my window not yet knowing what will come today within my day

will it be sunny and beautiful or muddy and filled with rain all day

I gaze at grey skies out my window  today

My day has not yet fully begin with kids still sleeping

there is nothing yet to be done

Time to myself I finally get some of

when a mom of three always seems to be a busy and tough job

this time I have I quietly stay

lying awake in the bliss of the rise of the day

gazing out the window at the grey skies outside

 shading the morning of the beginning of my new day

enjoying the stillness and quiet moment that i get before me

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2012 in Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Of The Country And For Our Nation

28 May

A wife waits at home in worry despair and in alert weary at the door

A son goes to bed each night alone in his bed awaiting the phone to ring

A daughter goes to school everyday with a ribbon tied to her schoolbag

While a mother cries herself to sleep in fear of that possible day she dreads.

You and I hear about it from family, friends or the news broadcasting on air

We don’t feel each of these people’s pains at night

We don’t see the real story behind the scenes themselves

We have not witnessed tradigity or pain as they have

They have seen and been party from the beginning to the end

They have seen and witnessed it all first hand

These are the people of the service who leave their families to fight for rights or protect the nations and fight

They are men and women
Sons, daughters, dads, moms
They can be anyone

My father and grandfather were one of these great men and women of the land.

These are great heros whom I will thank and respect until the end

These are leaders
Someone’s heros
Soldiers
Friends
Prisoners of wars fought lost and won
They are vets and men and women of service
Sent to help and protect our country and fight in many wars
Thanks to all our service men and women of the country and for our nation

Training in the Marines, Army, or Navy to become the best they can be with pride of and for our country

To some who give there lives in the fight and some who gain there medals to fight others loose there lives and never come out and return to home
These are the men and women of the brave

They came in ones, and twos sometimes more
Came by fours or fives
The thousands or so

A friend or foe
A teacher
A judge

It doesn’t matter who they were
They were soldiers
Friends we knew

Men and women of the governments who called them out
Called them to deploy tonight live or die they’d leave loved ones and family anytime day or night

When duty called they’d pack and leave without a fight to go to go where they’d be sent that very night

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Posted by on May 28, 2012 in kids, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

The Music

21 May

It’s all about the music, the music, the music
It’s all about the voice,the voice,the voice
It’s all about the love
The sound
The beat
It’s all about life, life, life

Bringing out the rhythm
Creating the song
Bringing out the song of your heart in all you have done

It’s all about the music, music, music
Hear the song of your heart
Add some vocal
Then don’t forget the beat

It’s all about the music, the music, the music
It’s all about the voice,the voice,the voice
It’s all about the love
The sound
The beat
It’s all about life, life, life

 
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Posted by on May 21, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Hold Your Head Up High

18 May

Hold your head up
Don’t look down
Turn to the heart
Don’t hold a frown
Don’t let tears stream down your face
Let your heart hold on its place

Hold your head high
Don’t let things tear you down
Hold the faith and pull yourself up high
Don’t let life take away what you’ve worked so hard to retain

Let the lights shine down
Let the lights guide you home
Let the lights steer God’s way
Holding you up high and find your way
Let the light fix the hurtles life has made and help to pull you up today

Hold your head high
Don’t lay in dismay
I hate to see you cry
Hold out on your tears

Put your heart to ease
Listen to what it has to say
Wipe the Tears away
Knowing things won’t go away too fast
Everything takes time to ease the pains

All is good
When your hearts at rest
Build up on the hope that’s lost

Hold your head high
Don’t let me see you cry
Things may not be at their best
Things will look up again in the end
Than you can say that all else will be okay

Just hold your head up high
Looking high gazing upon the wide open sky
You will be able to smile then and look back on it instead
To laugh at day by day
the rest of the ongoing way in the final battle of the end

 
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Posted by on May 18, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

I Love To Dance And Feel The Beat

18 May

Move my feet
Feeling the beat
Letting the rhythm flow

I love to dance
I love to put on a show

Moving my feet
Feeling my beat
Makes my blood in my veins really go go go

I love to dance
I love to put on a show

See their eyes as they watch and smile
Seeing their happy faces glow
Standing in the spotlight putting it all on you

I love to dance
I love to shuffle my feet

May okay alone
But it better with you

The music really makes me move
Bringing me closer to reality and closer to you

I love to dance
I love to put on a show
I love to dance and feel that beat

 
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Posted by on May 18, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

The Arrangement

13 May

There are many reason’s that a girl can get a exotic, beautiful, and astonishing arrangement of flowers

They could be a gift for a great performance, or a first date, a senior prom or eventually a graduation

However I must say…
The best arrangement of flowers a girl could get is the ones that tear you up when her child comes in the door with a self picked arrangement she made herself from the great outdoors

Maybe it’s when her child has spent the only tiny bit of money to buy the very beat arrangements for mom just to say happy mothers day mom

I must say…
Either way the best arrangement to have is the one that comes from the hearts of a mother and child

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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Born A Girl, To Become A Mother

13 May

You were born a girl
Then you grew to be a teen
Arising to be a young lady
To maturing to a women
right before everyone’s eyes
Before they could take it all in
You were announcing the good news of your engagement
Then planning a wedding
Before you even knew you then became a mother
Now you have learned all there is to learn and know
Now you soon be watching her throughout your very window
Watching him or her go as they grow
You soon will be saying happy mother’s day to your own baby girl as you then become the one announcing…I am gonna be a grandma realizing that she was once your baby and is now a mother as well
Wow!!
Your baby now has a baby and is a true mother

Written for my long missed mother
Born a girl to become a mother

 
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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 
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