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Being confident
is the best version of yourself

There is a woman
who always keeps her head up high

Her eyes sparkle like
a bright star in the sky

Your beauty extends
into the lucky heavens

Her smile give the
impression of great kindness

She shows
laughter and cherish

I'm a phenomenal woman

Beautiful woman is a gift souls

Truly powerful in a woman

You're a flower in full bloom
-Muna
#powerful #woman
Spring
Blooming flowers are from the ground
The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze
Hearing the buzzing of the bees
As season's birds sings  
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air
Smell the flowers with your nose
new life arises
the world awake
a new beginning

Summer
Feeling humidity
Shining brighter is the sun
Lemonade quenches ones thirst
Signals fun and festivals
The summer breeze
The heat of the night
Soaking in sweat and water
And enjoy the beaches spot
As the ocean waves begin to splash

Autumn
The beauty of leaves changing colors
Pumpkins farm to grow
The summer is over
Wind is near and leaves are a twirling
More heavy rain will come the violent winds
Squirrels forage and gather for their coming doze

Winter
Snow fall's from above
Winter wonderland
Hear kids laughing gleefully as they play in the snow
Taste the warm sweetness of the hot chocolate
Freezing nights, cold days
The dark clouds hide the sun
Grass is covered in ice
Waiting to melt
To take us back to sun
-Muna
#flowers #hot #leaves #cold
Waiting for the ride back home,
I notice a woman with socks like yours.

Like the ones you used to like,
With polka dots,
Black and white.

Like the ones I liked to pull up,
When I knelt down
to tie your shoelaces up.

Like the ones you used to take off,
After throwing me on the bed
to make love.

Like the Christmas pair I gifted you,
Before I knew
there was not gonna be more of you.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
L
You became a ghost
in my heart,
and keep haunting me
in my mind;

how I wish you would've just gone
as the darkness washed away
when the sun shows up
- January 20, 2016
(still awake at 5 in the morning; realizing how it's still killing me inside even now)
Joyful boy bundled in blue,
Nine months and a day mommy carried you,
Nine months and a day when I was due,
Out you came with a purplish hue.

Your twin sister soon followed suit,
However, she came out, pink, plump, and cute.
Beautiful you were, a work of art,
You had my love right from the start.

Perfect little eyes, fingers, nose, and toes,
My heart full of both sadness and excitement,
Thought I might implode.

A few months before,
In two my heart tore,
When the doctor informed me,
A stillborn you'd be,
Your little heart didn't function at full capacity.

But even with your purple hue,
Here, with me just for a few,
Precious Earth angel, mine you were,
I'm sure the Lord God would concur.

Just for me, I felt you held out,
Your tiny little heart beat so rapidly,
The cry let out was quite lively ,
In mommy's arms right where you belonged,
For nine months and a day to hold you I had longed.

Momentarily, the nurses and doctors had fawned over you
Then quickly they whisked my love away to the NICU.
Bundle of blue, your outlook was bleak,
Surprised I was you even let out a squeak,
For you were so very tiny and weak.

So daddy and I packed you up and took you home,
To steal every moment of this precious time alone,
No breathing machines, painful needles, or drugs,
Just you, me, daddy, little sister, and a sea of endless hugs.

My little boy, bundled in blue,
You stayed with us 48 hours plus two.
I listened to every rapid heartbeat, right until your last,
I imagined you'd return to a sea of stars so vast.

We captured every moment in photos and on film,
The entire two days death was at the helm,
My little joy, bundled in blue,
For Nine months, a day, and forever, mommy will carry you.
To all the mothers who have lost a child, I cannot imagine the pain.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Em
Be gentle
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Em
If I should fall in love with you
Please hold me close as lovers do
But hold me soft
For my heart is sore
From the callous man that came before
A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver piece upon my wrist,
Tears fall down to lips unkissed,
Ignore me and I won't exist,
I'm not the kind to be missed.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
AJ
Most Days
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
AJ
In my eyes
You see brilliant
Suns
But I feel
Like pale
Moons
Most days
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