A pink, pale ribbon sweeping through the air
A soft sweet breeze caressing the satin silk
That wind which took you that cool crisp mourning
Truly was the wind beneath your wings.
That soft halo of auburn hair,
Eyeliner drawing focus to hazel eyes
An overseas accent that refused to fade
You were, you are, and forever will be
My childhood fear became my reality
The sweetest woman on earth
Slipped away through half
Clasped eyelids with a small
Drop of life sliding down
The cells, the monsters, demons crawled
Through you veins, you tissue, your mind
And all the while you kept on a smile
While internally screaming inside
Facing death with middle finger raised high
Fight until your very last breath
The lessons in life you gave me
Will take me far as you observe
Those Snow White wingspans
Have been earned by love.
To my Mom on Christmas-
This Christmas I sat alone at my house
I did a lot of crying, sulking, thinking things like, “Why don’t I have a spouse?”
I see old friends from high school getting married and starting families,
I’m over here medicated trying to hold on to my sanity.
Right now times are hard but I’m determined to thrive
If it were not for you mom I probably wouldn’t be alive.
I’m almost thirty and as single as can be
It’s hard not to feel like it’s not worth it to love me.
You however have stuck by my side.
You’ve always listened on nights that I’ve cried.
How come I can’t have healthy relationships?
Why does my dad shun me and not take me on trips?
How come my sister never answers my calls?
And how come when I’m around I drive my brother up the walls?
Twenty-seven years old and still depending on you a dad.
I am very aware it makes you extremely mad.
I know you work so hard day in and day out.
You set a great example for me as to what life is about.
You keep your head down and get paid less than you should
You don’t complain often although you could.
With me always needing money I know it’s impossible to save
For your retirement that I know you crave.
Sometimes it may feel like this cycle will never end
But I promise you this Christmas will be the last one I spend
Without sending gifts to those I care for most
I promise to become someone about whom you can boast.
I will be the woman you have always hoped I’d become
One who loves herself and does volunteer work and doesn’t feel numb.
I know you have dreams of traveling and finding love
But you’re too busy helping me and I know you’re tired of
Always being the one who catches me as I’m falling
I apologize for waiting all these years to grow up and stalling.
I know one day I can give you all you desire
Peace of mind knowing we made it through the fire.
I know we will come out on top of this mess fine
Because fortunately for me my mom is the best kind
She’s the kind that will always listen to me cry
And explains to me there isn’t always a why.
Things happen for reasons we cannot explain
Life is messy things change and they will never be the same.
Things may not go back to how they used to be
All the kids are grown up now and I finally see
That if I want a Merry Christmas I have to find it in my heart
I need to let my resentments go and that’d be a good place to start.
Eventually mom the tables will turn, and I’ll be working hard and have money to burn. Then I can take care of you because you’re my mother.
You can live in my guesthouse and watch my little girl and her brother.
With Mike out of the picture, another two years wasted
It might be a minute but I want it so bad I can taste it.
I want the family, big house, some kids, a dog and a yard.
But I know to achieve any of this like you I will have to work hard.
You’ve shown me that nothing in life comes free
But there are people out there far worse off than me.
Because at the end of the day I have the greatest thing of all
I have you as a mother and you always answer my call.
Thank you for always listening, always giving me advice
You tell me to value my self and not settle for someone who does not treat me nice.
You’ve listened to me bitch and moan about how Mike makes me sad.
Time and again asking me why am I with someone who treats me bad?
Bad character you said is something you can’t change
The heart wants what it wants though and I know that it’s strange
That I’d want to be with someone who makes me feel so alone
Someone who won’t even accept my calls when I call on the phone.
But you mother dear, you’re not the same
You’re naturally a caretaker and never make me ashamed
You’ve always accepted me and understood my disease
You’ve taught me that I should be the one I’m trying to please.
I’ve put you through so much all of these years
I’ve struggled but you’ve always been there to wipe away my tears
You hold me when I’m upset and tell me it’s going to be all right
To be thankful for what I have when I lay my head down at night
Because thanks to you and dad I have a place to call home
Even though there were no presents and I was alone
I still appreciate all that you have always done for me
When I was in jail you were the reason I was freed
After all the pain I’ve caused myself and put you through you’re still there
And I know for a fact your not going anywhere.
At times I feel lost, lose faith, and lose my way
But your still here to talk to me everyday
You tell me to let it go, that it’s ok to cry
That dad is who he is and we’ll probably never know why.
But who needs a dad when I have you as my mother
I think I’m the luckiest girl in the world that I didn’t end up with another.
Through all the chaos and pain I have put you through
You still remind me I’m your baby and you’ll always be true.
You have said to me, “There’s not a thing in this world I could do that would change your love for me.”
That kind of unconditional love it doesn’t grow on trees.
I’m more than fortunate, what I am there’s not a word for
That would encompass all love you’ve given me at times when you should have shown me the door.
This Christmas may not have been the best; it definitely has not been like the rest.
We used to at least come together and exchange cards.
This year all were absent and it was super hard.
But like always talking to you made be feel better
so I wanted to sit down and write you this letter.
Do you remember when I was just a little girl
We’d lay down in bed in and your arms I would curl
You’d read me this book, you read it a bunch
It was called Love you Forever and it was by Robert Munsch.
It was about how much a mother loved her new baby
Even though at times he would make her feel crazy
At night time when he was fast asleep
On her hands and knees into his room she would creep
And if in fact he was in a deep slumber
She would rock him back and fourth and sing him this number
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as you living my baby you’ll be.”
I remember when you read this part you looked right at me.
The little boy grew, nine, twelve, thirty-five,
and as the story goes, his older mother eventually died.
Well that little boy grew up to become a father
and at night he’d rock and sing to his daughter.
He’d sing the same song his mother had sang
Because we learn how to parent from where we came.
So this is how I know I’m going to be okay.
Because I’ve had the greatest role model cheering me on everyday.
A woman at times who was both mom and dad.
Who compensated for the lack of love that he had.
I thank you for being the best mom to me
And know that I need like $40 this poem wasn’t free.
Just kidding. I Love you. Merry Christmas.
The one part missing father, the other part sad mother.
The accidental creation of a monster.
The addict of toxins only ingested by trolls.
You didn’t teach me how to love.
How was i supposed to know how to look at her?
You made my mother cry.
How was i supposed to know how to hold her?
You made my mother yell.
Instead, you taught me what not to do.
You taught me
“ Don’t go missing at night without calling her “
You taught me
“ Don’t bring another lady to your kids school to pick them up “
You taught me
“ Don’t yell at her, she’s scared. “
You taught me what not to do.
I taught me what to do.
I love like it was my job handed to me by the gods themselves.
I love like he just rolled over in bed and his bedhead is my favorite.
I love like taking cool showers on warm days.
I love like let me take you to dinner.
I love like this flower, this ocean, this world, reminds me of your eyes.
But i hate.
I hate you.
I’m not mad at you.
I’m not upset with you.
I just hate you.
You created this and every time i see your face in mine, i want to hide.
Close your eyes.
Your prying lies
Will surely lead to my demise,
For I was born
To be more
Than just a simple wife.
I'm not a trophy by any means,
But I see marriage in your eyes --
Two rings staring right at who you think I am,
The one you want, but I never can
Be the girl that you desire.
You've been confusing my cold shoulder
For an igniting fire.
I'm not trying to call you a liar,
If anything, I'm the one concealing the truth.
I will never be just a wife,
I will lead my own fantastic life.
I'll never wear an apron, curls, or pearls.
I will never be your one and only girl.
I will live for myself and my daughters,
For all those women to come
All they can ever be is a housewife
Clad in pink.
Honey, there's so much more to this
Than a life in which you depend on a man
For your happiness.
Be your own other half,
Fall in love with your own smile.
I thought I loved you,
You broke me.
That promise you made
All those years ago.
Does it mean nothing,
For you have left.
Are you ever
Please tell me MOM
I am broken.
She came up to me and asked
I'll erase all those memories of her that hurt you.
She took my hands
And I remembered all my memories with her.
I'll keep her in my heart
No matter how much it hurts, until I die.
Why? Why would you keep her in your heart when it hurts?
Because even if it hurts, I can love her.
More than not being able to love andremember my daughter. I'd rather loveand remember her. Even if it hurts.
Thank you for reading!
YOUR WORDS STING LIKE
A THOUSAND BEES
AND I’M SWOLLEN.
BLACK AND PURPLE,
BLACK AND BLUE.
SHE SAYS THESE THINGS
LIKE NOTHING IS WRONG
AND LIKE IT’S NORMAL.
BUT DOESN’T SHE REALIZE
IT HURTS ME TOO
AND IT’S THE REASON I’LL BE DEAD?
WITH THESE THREATS,
SOON CAN COME FISTS
AND WITH THESE FISTS, DEATH.
DOESN’T SHE REALIZE
SHE WILL BE AND SOON WILL BE
THE DEATH OF ME? THE ENDING FORCE?
THERE’S NOWHERE TO HIDE
AND NOWHERE TO CONFIDE IN.
NO ONE TO TELL
WITHOUT THEM TAKING ME AWAY
AND SHIPPING ME TO A PRISON.
THESE HIDDEN THOUGHTS,
THESE HIDDEN EMOTIONS,
EAT ME ALIVE.
IT EATS MY ENTIRETY,
IT EATS MY SOUL.
IT EATS MY BEING.
WHEN SHE’S RED,
SHE FANTASIZES OF MY DEATH.
WHEN SHE’S RED,
SHE FANTASIZES OF MY MUTILATED BODY.
WHEN SHE’S RED,
SHE WANTS HER DAUGHTER GONE.
STILL THE QUESTION POSES
AND THE QUESTION REMAINS:
CAN I STILL GET INTO PARADISE IF I KILL MYSELF?
I OWE YOU ONE.
I told you
to study before break
homework before game
work before rest
sit before sleep
you are there
doing what you want
lost in the wilderness of
O, and, did I tell you that,
when you are awake,
standing by the door
you will definitely regret
and plan the new day ahead
which you will never follow