Although you may not see a baby on my hip or at my breast.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not hear a newborn cry as you walk past.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not see him sleeping in his warm bed.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
You may think my baby is not here.
But he's in the way I walk and breathe instead.
My son lives on through me.
I'm still a mother, just like the others you see.
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 5:14 AM UTC
I remember the first time I heard your symphony playing at 143 bpm and it made my heart skip a beat and float to your composed musical notes.
We were in sync from that moment forward.
Surely, I had heard a symphony before, but there was something indescribable about the rhythm of yours- It was the most beautiful musicality that I had ever heard, and I had a front row seat.
Abruptly, the harps, cellos, percussions, and violins stopped – with baffled looks and sadness strewn on their faces, the orchestra quickly rose and cleared the stage.
Is it over already? Is it any chance that they’ll come back to continue the effortless harmonization that once was? I thought that we had 12 more weeks together to create, compose, and flourish.
You passed on too soon my son, leaving mommy’s symphony playing without cause or passion. My heart will never forget the intricacies of your composure and movements.
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Science says that the heart only consists of valves, ventricles, and arteries; but what else can bridge an invisible rope to another’s sophisticated rhythm and fall straight in line.
It can shatter without breaking; melt, but continue to beat; harden, but still capable of giving love?
It has to be more…
It has to be...
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
I'm afraid
to look at you
because maybe
you'll be looking back
and I'll be reminded of the
ways my heart learned to love
the person you pretended to be
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
Your entrance door is shattered and tattered, yet you feel safe.
Your windows are now his eyes into all of your secret places;
But still you sleep in your prettiest negligees.
Your locks are just parts of brass adorning wooden pieces;
Although you think they are enough to keep evil and good balances even.
You walls are built high to the sky, impenetrable in your dark brown eyes;
But all he sees are clouds of smoke that will come down with the simplest of lies.
You feel all of safe and sound snuggled up in your warm bed,
Oblivious to the real world around you in instead.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
You laughed and caressed my cheek.
Your hugs so strong and endless.
Your words play on repeat,
"I love you fervently"
You showed me the person you really are;
But I thought it better to paint you as my masterpiece.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
Yellow stained teeth yet she smiles.
That smile is excuding pride.
Body hair growing wild,
Yet her arms give such warmth.
She disappears amongst a crowd.
Lurking as a helpful eye.
Men laugh at her unibrow,
Dismissing her giving heart.
Disregard of her love's vow.
She'd love with all of her being
And her pride yellow stained smile.
Yet eyes only see her flaws.
Her inner beauty shines bright,
Guiding true love through the night.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
Pickaxe swings,
shards fly.
Pieces move,
yet inners hide.
I've been swinging
both day and night.
Understanding you
is a futile fight.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
We've been talking for hours.
Struggling for ultimate power.
Can't you read my inner cues?
I still sit trying to get through
Only to notice you have no **** clue!
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
An elephant and a dog became pregnant at the same time. Three months down the line the dog gave birth to six puppies.
Six months later the dog was pregnant again- and nine months on the dog gave birth to another dozen puppies. The pattern continued.
On the eighteenth month the dog approached the elephant questioning- “Are you sure you’re pregnant? We became pregnant on the same date ; I have given birth three times to a dozen puppies, and they have grown to become big dogs, yet you are still pregnant. What’s going on?”
The elephant replied- “ There is something I want you to understand. What I am carrying is not a puppy, but an elephant. I only give birth to one in two years.
When my baby hits the ground- the earth feels it.
When my baby crosses the road- human beings stop and watch in admiration.
What I carry draws attention, so what I’m carrying is mighty and great!”
*Don’t lose faith when you see others receive answers to their prayers.
Don’t be envious of others testimonies.
If you haven’t received your own blessings- don’t despair.
Say to yourself, *“My time is coming, and when it hits the surface of the earth- people shall yield in admiration.”*
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC