How Quickly I Forget

The truth is I am blessed
Yet somehow in the midst of life
All I feel is stress
Lost in the world of back and forth
How quickly I forget

How quickly I forget the smile on two dainty faces
Faces that ask to be kissed over and over
Then some more over again
Soft dark skin forever blushing love

How quickly I forget the arms broad and wide wrapping me tight
Night after night
Sweetness and good lust whispered in eager ears

How quickly I forget my father’s words of wisdom
Timely and genuine
Quietly echoed with kindness and strength
Sound correction, profound truth

How quickly I forget the love of a Savior
Offered at will to an undeserving me
Time and time again

How quickly I forget L.O.V.E
Quiet and warm
Cheering me on
Leading me strong…

How quickly I forget
How truly blessed I am

A Very Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing women out there! You deserve this day, and everyone in between.

I am up early as is usual, and couldn’t go back to sleep;  so I decided to look through old pictures and of course they were filled with images of the girls at 6 pounds or so. Amazing how time flies and how truly blessed I am to be (their) mom. I can’t help but be truly thankful and count my very many blessings. Such a great honor mommy hood has bestowed on me, and  I am sure many mothers will agree.

What is our good fortune but these ones
Who welcome, and celebrate us with I LOVE YOU
On tough hard days
And the many light ones in between
How fortunate we are
These priceless hearts
Beating love and affection
Happily calling us (their) mom

Today as we celebrate all our amazing mothers, let us go the extra step to celebrate them daily…perhaps not with all the pomp and attention today gets but still with  all the gratitude and genuine love.

Have a very blessed and happy mother’s day!

Today At Lunch

Today at lunch
Between books and (empty)love songs
I thought of you for a brief second
And had to say I LOVE YOU!

Beautifully Brown, Beautifully So

She pointed to many colors
Identifying each one as she touched
Pink like her sister’s room
Purple like her own
Pausing for a brief moment
She looked down at her skin to identify it
Brown she exclaimed her soft eyes looking up
Smiling with all my might I hugged her tight
And gently whispered
And beautifully so…

Children

Oh! The little things that make them smile
The mighty treasures that they (their hearts) are
These little darlings blissfully called mine

Behind The Flicking Lamps- Friday Fictioneers 3/29

After been MIA for a few weeks, I am back this week for another Friday Fictioneer per Rochelle. This week’s image is also courtesy of her.

I came up with a short story that might be a tad vague or doesn’t say much…and yet somehow it does…please feel free to comment and offer constructive criticisms. As always join in the fun. THANK YOU ALWAYS AND HAVE A GREAT EASTER.

Image courtesy of Rochelle

The kitchen remained just as it had been that tragic night…frozen in time, December 27th 2008 to be precise. Everything else moved on with life’s unpredictable pace, everything but this room.

Dimly lit and seemingly innocent, Sarah- Jane and her sisters made sure the room was secluded, and undisturbed…it took threats, screams, yells, and protests but they got their wish…no one dared look in the room let alone enter it. It was under preservation they said; just as their mother had wished it to be in her will…just as she had wanted it to be after that night…

A deadly and untold secret perfectly masked behind the room’s flicking lamps…

There Are Days Like Today That Beg For A Good Cry…

There are days and weeks that are longer and tougher than others…and such has been the past week…so it was no surprise when I woke up with tears at the pit of my tired throat.
This will come as news to anyone who has been around me today because I am the queen of keeping it all in; I truly believe as adults there are some things we deal with, adjust, adapt… but today I was worn…

I didn’t want to bother the girls because they are babies and they have been worried about me all week…telling their teachers their mom’s back is hurting and she has to go to the doctor, and asking that they pray for me…the Mr. has his plate full as well…so the adult in me kept it all in…

Today however, it was a struggle and so when I left the house for a training class…I knew I needed a good cry…either of my sisters would be great listening ears…but I wanted to be a child and just cry…let it all out without necessarily talking…so I called my dad.

Truth is I am still his child…I always will be, and so I dialed his number without knowing what I was going to say…we talked for a bit and then I burst into tears….I tried to explain the tears but there was no use…
Bless my dad’s heart, one of his many strengths is his quiet spirit and so he listened as I talked and cried…he let me have at it without interrupting…and then like the blessing that he will always be, he encouraged, and prayed with me.

I didn’t feel perfectly better, but I was grateful for the moment to just be his daughter…his child…not wife…not mom…not employee… not busy…not uncertain and unsure….just a child who needed a good cry and listening ears…I pulled myself together after I hung up and went about my day.

My drive home tonight wasn’t as bad and I was just glad I had a home and loving family to go to…then Tenth Avenue North’s “Worn” came on the radio and I had another good cry…the song speaks to me and just how I feel many days…I guess some days just need a good cry and reality check that I am only human…today was one…and I can’t wait to go to bed and just let it all out for the last time…

Lord willing come tomorrow…the sun will shine and hope, grace, strength, and love will be restored….

3/16/13
7:54pm

Colors (Two Little Girls)

Colors burst through them to me
Rainbow in the wake of their toothy smiles
Their love (of me) is perfectly peach and purple pink
Spring in the brown of their soft eyes

Beauty Is

Beauty is
These two girls
A perfect half of me& you
Rushing into our hay at dawn’s call
Quietly brushing our lips as night falls

Beauty is
These two girls
A blend of my shy& your quiet
Putting on a show every Saturday noon
Tiny legs and hands flipping in strange directions

Beauty is
These two girls
Part me part you all God
Hugging me through time outs and more
Loving me even when I say enough

Beauty is
These two girls
A reflection of you& me

Love Is…

Love is...

Opening up a red polka dotted envelope card
To a white piece of paper that doubles
As a deep tissue one hour massage

It is cheerful smiles and happy jumps
Two tiny bodies screaming HAPPY VALENTINE
Pink cards with roses and Barbie(s) all about

An endearing kiss softly planted on a tired forehead
Lasting past this day further into a lifetime doubled over