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If only I knew
It would be like this
Late nights
Reading ‘til my eyes grow weary
Dinner, bath, story, bed
Read some more

I should’ve been done
Had that degree
Got that job
Nope, plans changed
Found you first
Then we had her

If I knew
Honestly, I’d leave it all the same
All the chaos
The goodnight kisses
Even the bickering
Cuz without you, I’d have nothing
No motivation
Barely even a dream
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
a sweet voice calls
running to me
as if I haven’t seen her in days
it’s only been minutes

I love you
she cries
tiny arms wrapped around my neck
squeezing with all her might

I love you
so much
again, again

sometimes every five minutes
I know I’m loved
by at least one
just enough
never too much

sweet sweet love
three year old love
It’s easy to get caught up in the chaos of motherhood, but on the hard days I want to remember how big she loves.
Preacher, don't send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.

I've known those rats
I've seen them ****
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or maybe a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.

Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.

I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are loyal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
or nothing at all.
in the reflection
is a woman
nothing special
late twenties
two eyes, mouth, nose, two ears
just the same as you
only not the same

these two brown eyes
dull, empty have seen
life, death
good days, bad
love, hate
beauty, pain

this smile as bright as the sun
hiding true feelings
so well, it’s believable
happy, even
absent in solitude

but you, what do you see
do you see what’s in the reflection
or do you see the things I’ve seen
the things I’ve hidden

I’m not sure if I’ll ever see what you see
though, if you let me, I’d like to try
  Feb 2019 Gabrielle Hinojosa
I am losing the fire in me,
the fight in me, it's a tragedy.
I can't keep up the pace,
lost in this race, accepting my fate.

I never wanted to settle,
losing the battle, little by little.
Jack of all trades, master of none,
I lost all the fun, I think I am now done.

I can't see where I am going,
what am I doing, that window is closing.
I will be alright,
right? Is there a light?

We will take it one day at a time,
writing a rhyme, gonna be just fine.
I will travel the world, see everything,
read everything, a million songs to sing.

Life never follows the plan,
made by the man, lost in the sand.
But life is still yours,
get up of the floor and kick down the doors.
Everyone is in a race to accomplish something in this life. We feel we are running out of time to achieve our goals. This poem is about your best laid plans not working out and how that's not the end of the line because life has so much to offer.
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