You made me feel,
Better about myself,
Happy and safe,
That I was loved.

You made me see,
That my body is beautiful,
That the stars shine brighter if you are with someone,
Just how alive I really am.

You made me want,
To be with you all the time,
To climb the highest mountain just to see the sky,
To really live and not just survive.

You made me believe,
That everything will be okay,
That even tho the clouds will cover the sky sometimes the sun will always come back,
In myself,

You made me strong,
More than I could ever be without you,
So I can hold the fear and dark away,
By just being with me.

You have made me who I am now,
And for that I thank you,
My beautiful, love.

My poems are like night and day.
One happy the next sad.
One full of hope and light.
The next one dark and depressing.
Night and day.
Light and dark.
Hope and agony.
There is no in between.

Did you guide me, while I grew
Did you teach me, all I knew

When I was lost, did you lead me home
When I was cold, did you keep me warm

When I had doubts, did you set me straight
When I rushed too fast, did you make me wait

When I was scared, did you make me strong
When I was alone, were you, still along

Did you give me love, to enjoy its pleasure
Did you bring me family, so I could treasure

When life was dark, were you my light
When I was wrong, did you set me right

When disaster struck, did you take my pain
Did you make me whole, so I could feel again          

Did you stand by me, as I forgot
As life progressed, and I did not

When I knew nothing, but a docile stare
When meaning left, were you still there

Did you let me die, when my life was thru
My slate swept clean, of what was due

Now that I understand, this to be true
Did you bring me here, to live with YOU
BOEMS BY JA 362

Twin babies were talking
Snuggled up in the womb
Heads bumping, legs tangling
‘You’re taking my room’;

‘Uh-uh,’ said the other
‘It is you in my space;
Hey, do you buy into
Life after this place?’

‘Of course,’ said his brother.
‘There is life after birth!
Right now we’re preparing
To live out on earth!’

‘No way,’ said the younger.
‘You will have to agree,
There’s nothing more after--
For what…could it be?’

‘Perhaps,’ said his roomie
‘There is leeway and light;
In here, you’ll admit
It is dark and it’s tight!

And maybe, just maybe
We will walk on our feet;
For all that we know
We will drink and we’ll eat!’

The doubting one chuckled;
‘That’s the utmost absurd,
Nonsensical notion
I ever have heard!

This is all that there is;
This is all that we need!
We’re too wobbly to walk
And the cord gives our feed!’

Then shaking his head
With a thumb-******* snort
‘There’s no life after birth;
The cord is too short!’

His big brother held fast
With a kick to his rear;
‘I think there is something
That’s diff’rent from here!’

‘Fat chance,’ said the younger
‘There’s no more than this sac.
And what proof do you have?
No one’s ever come back!’

‘Perhaps they don’t want to.’
Responded his brother.
‘Perhaps, they’re caressed in
  The arms of their mother!

Perhaps she is singing
A lullaby tune
In a soft rocking chair
‘By a big harvest moon!’

The younger twin gurgled
And wrinkled his brow
‘If there is a mother,
Then where is she now?

A mother’s a folk tale,
A legend of lore
Please read my lips brother
This is it, nothing more!’

The big brother scolded,
‘Stop making a fuss!
If there was no mother,
There wouldn’t be us!

She’s all around us
It’s in her that we be;
I’m sure there’s a next life,
And mother’s the key!

She’ll tend to our hunger
Our tears and our thirst.
I already love her
And speak to go first!’

The younger one let out
A tantrum boohoo
‘You always go first;
I’m telling mother on you!’