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Mom;
You've brought colorful rainbows to my life
          from childhood to present day.
Your soft spoken words eased my childish fears
     during the thunder of stormy days.
Your gentle hands guided my steps
     till I could go it alone.....
These little gifts,
     the act's of thoughtfulness,
          from you I have always known.
For mom, it's been your goodness,
     your kindness,
          your brilliant diamond heart,
               that has filled my life with happiness,
                     with everyday I start......
Blood drips from the leaves in season's change.
A reflection of my undying pain.
I reach for the stars, glued to the floors of hell.
So be it, for I lost my soul when I feel in love with you.
My blue skies have been slashed with the razor of
     frustration.
I see the demons peeking through.
Darkness falls in a crushing demise,
as Satan slaps me for my constant prayer.
My endless prayer
of forgiveness
of wanting you....
We didn't have much that early Easter eve
as my brother and sisters and I begged Mom with mouths
      drooling,
for jelly beans that shone like pearls on the department
     store's shelves.
Chocolate rabbits beckoned us to be eaten,
with our senses overwhelmed in pure pleasure of wanting
     to do so.
Mom reached deeply into her dark-green frayed coat,
      which no one would envy wearing.
She quickly pulled out her gray worn purse,
snapping open its weak latch to peek inside,
I watched from a short distance as Mom peeked inside,
watching her heart breaking along with her pride.
I knew with my whole heart that early Easter eve that
     Mom truly cried,
for she only had a dollar,
as her disappointed children sighed.
In the spirit of Easter an Easter moment I never could forget.....
Remember Dad.....
Who struggled hard and knew his place within  his
     children's hearts,
Tried in vain to hold on and not let us go,
     for he loved us so......
Soiled by the dirt of a hard day's work,
he was many times taken for granted,
for we had yet to embark on the realities of the true struggles
to survive in a hardened world.....
Dad, if I knew then what I know today,
there would have been only one hero within my life.
     You!.....
Dad, if Heaven only had a phone, I'd call you everyday, so I wouldn't feel so alone......You worked hard, you were misunderstood, but you were definitely good in all ways......To all of us and to all you met.....
Tears of the deepest sorrow slowly roll down her wrinkled
     cheeks,
dripping upon her blue faded house coat.
She gasps for air through her tears,
she weeps for her beloved husband,
taken in his restful sleep this early morning.
Sitting upon a hardwood chair that kisses her kitchen's
     wall,
all is quiet except for her uncontrollable sobbing,
that echoes off her nicotine, and smoke-shaded kitchen
     walls.
The ceiling's light struggles to throw its light,
through a thin film of yellow grease,
as a small black and white spider toils  to spin his web
upon the far corner wall next to the soft-humming
     refrigerator.
Outside the kitchen's window illuminated by the
     reflection of the kitchen's light,
a scene like a most beautiful picture,
a purple early evening October's sky,
scattered with small dark gray clouds.
An angel's sweet whisper sweeps through,
with word's of comfort unheard,
the whisper, without a sound, bounces off the streaked
     glass of the kitchen's window
and with the cold wind passes into eternity.
She slowly rises from the wooden chair,
forcing her tired body into a hunched standing position
     with her steady right arm.
She turns to slowly pace into her narrow hallway,
with one hand she carefully braces herself against
     the wall,
where the dark prints of yesterdays past still remain
as her slow feet in pink flowered slippers worn through at
     the toes,
carry her.
Disappearing into the dusty darkness of her warm
     bedroom,
where with the passing lonely nights,
she will await
her joyous day to come.....
She lived next door, but sadly never knocked upon her door to say hello! Or maybe I'm Sorry....If I had back tomorrow, I would of shared in her sorrow and hopefully brightened her remaining days.....Ironically I wasn't blind, but humanely heartless at the time, forgive me...sweet lady.......But I know in your Heavenly kindness you are forgiving to all.......
Upon that star so far, so bright.....
     I wish to be this fateful night.
         As  whirlwinds of life bleed my soul,
                and my youngest years fade
                      as  I quickly grow old.....

Upon that star, so far, so bright,
     so close to heaven and its warmest light.
         I know I can find a place to be
             to soothe my soul and set me free....

From the pain, of the loss of you,
    you....
          You who loved me with every breath.
                My eternal flame until your death....

Which has brought death to the spirit I once knew,
      filled with brilliant colors
          that burned for you.....

Oh! My love,
     My brightest star
           far from me
                so very far.....
                    I pray this night I can be
                         upon that star, next to thee......
                             In Heaven's warmth and brilliant light.
                                  I'll kiss your soul and lips this night.......
Ghetto child, dusty brown face, hopeless eyes, dandelion flower,
piles of dirt surround him.
He quickly runs across glittering pieces of glass
that mimics the sound of ice crushing beneath his
     paper-thin soles.
Sirens scream! Radios blare! No angels to be found,
at least not here.
Tall brick building,
six stories high,
so worn and torn from many loveless years.
Baby doll, blond and white,
tossed from the high rooftop late last night,
cracked face,
broken smile,
she once brought solace to a lonely child,
she now lies forgotten amid a maze of discarded trash.
Drunken man leans against a blood-stained wall to
    support his failing body,
brown papered-bagged bottle he clenches in his bandaged
     hand;
he struggles to reach his lips to swallow its pain-killing
     contents.
"How bout a date, sweetness?"
He slurs to two young girls passing by,
who carefully ignore his cry,
but jokingly remark of his haggard condition
as they quickly pace down the noisy garbage strewn street
and he fades within the darkness of the heated night,
without as much as a prayer to soothe his waning soul.
In this neighborhood lost,
at high human cost,
in the heart of the thriving city......
A vision of a neighbor hood, I once knew......
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