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Gingers' Ginger Apr 2019
A handful of Memories
A cupful of sorrow
A flagon of happiness
Faith in tomorrow
A measure of taking
A measure of giving
A curious jumble
This business of living
Moms Poems and writings
Gingers' Ginger Apr 2019
I hope you embraced the time you had, you'll never get it back
I'm trying my best to forgive you for the love and support that you lacked
At the time when our mom needed us most
you turned your backs on us and now you're all ghosts
I hope you'll find peace when it slowly creeps up and I hope that you cry when that pains' in your gut
For me I'm still grieving not only for mom but the loss of the family I thought was my own
But I'm thankful and grateful for every minute I spent holding Mom's hand by the side of her bed
We laughed and we cried and I was able to be with my best friend, my Angel now in Heaven, my Mommy.
Not finished
Gingers' Ginger Apr 2019
Momma?
Can you hear me? Can you hear my lonely cry?
Momma? Can you feel me? I'm all broken up inside
Momma can you see me?
I'll never be the same
Momma I can't wait til the day I see you again
I don't know how to do life without you mom
Gingers' Ginger Apr 2019
Born of a love so bittersweet
Photos of you with your hands on mom's growing tummy
Her sweater says "yes I am" and you look so happy - you also cared for the other two that came with the package - decisions were made some not your own and we packed up and moved to our new home - mom thought you were coming but you had once last go and got into trouble that much I know
Either way your time ended too early for me to find you and tell you " I love you Daddy "
In progress
Gingers' Ginger Dec 2022
I’ve cried an ocean of tears,
And I know there’s more to come.

Our days on Earth are numbered
They have been since day one.

The tale of good and evil
Began with wanting more,
But all this endless craving
Has only birthed more war.

We were given all that's needed
To live, to love, to thrive.

But we keep taking advantage
And buying every lie.

Our gardens have been poisoned too
With seeds of greed and wealth.

Instead of helping others,
We're taught to serve ourselves.

But I believe that change is near,
And I know you feel it too
That stirring in your spirit
Calling you to truth.

We are the hearts that still can heal,
The voices rising strong,
The ones who walk through shadows
Just to help the light belong.

It starts with how we listen,
With how we choose to care
With reaching out to strangers,
And lifting silent prayers.

We’re waking from the madness,
The hunger and the pain,
To gather up the pieces
And begin to dream again.

Not dreams of gold or power,
But of justice, peace, and grace
Of every child and elder
Feeling safe in every place.

So let the tears keep flowing
Let them water what is true.
Something sacred’s growing now,
And it’s being born through you.

The world may still be aching
But your soul remembers when
We came to mend the broken,
And become the truth again.

— The End —