Mama 

🌸Dedicated to my Mummy who has been with me through it all. Blessed Mother’s Day. 妈母亲节快乐🌸
And to all mothers, godmas,grandmas and mothers to be. Blessed Mother’s Day🌹
Mama 

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I can’t remember how it felt to be born and to be in my mother’s hands that 1st time….
I can’t remember how my son or daughter smelt like when they were placed in mine. 
All I remember is feeling that I would never be the same me ever again. 
That love at 1st sight feeling is indescribable and the bond unbreakable.
Seeing my son sleep and I sneak him a whisper of love. 
Seeing my girl tossing in her crib,

I bend over and kiss her.
I’ll never love like this ever again. 
Each moment, each fear, each heartbreak of theirs forever linked mine.
Every experince in your life. 
Each love, each failure and Victories live it well and savor it. 
Be brave. Be faithful. Fight for what you believe in and always be kind. 
Be better than me and your Father. 
And always 

always 

Always…. 
I’m proud and you are loved. 
Thank you for calling me mama 

my sweet babies.

Autumn  Leaves 


Autumn on a spring morning 

white against the red 

as my lover’s kisses rain on me

as maples syrup drenched. 

Red and perfect like cherries ripening 

Delicate curls that fall on me like falling crimson leaves. “Dive with me ”

she implores “to a world we have never seen ”
and I sink 

so deep

into a world of possibilities

Death 


Death
No it isn’t easy knowing this thing called “Death”.

In my youth I found it illusive and mystical 

like the moon on a clear night. 

It’s not a great feeling saying you know it’s pull for some

and the fear of it, 

a gripping one for many others.
It does not seek only the fools 

or the weak.

All fall ,

when the Maker calls 

and the time comes for everyone

 when it knocks on your door. 

A mercy for some

and for the living 

a loss forever more… Death can be sweet 

in the arms of a partner

who has known you a lifetime or not. 

It could be lonely 

and painful in a clinical room

filled with machines and endless beeping. 

Nevertheless, I’m glad I’ve seen and know it,

yet I’ll never fully want to embrace it

just quite yet…

Who could when the lossing and letting go is the hardest to bear. 

When the time comes,

may it be near or far.

May i not fear it but see the endless possibilities of eternal greatness with those whom I love. 

Death will take me one day… but for now 

let me live.

Monster

I wrote this thinking about people in abusive relationships as I’ve been when I was younger. It’s hard to leave that “Monster ” behind. Have courage to leave. Have courage to fight back and love and live again. Because you are worth it. .

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Monster

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Dark waters stirring the surface of the unseemly calm pond.

Waking the Monster that lies beneath it,

Hungering to surface for more. “I’m not afraid.” she says 

The lit weapon in hand.

As it emerges, she plunges 

And drove it straight with good aim. 

It sank.

Eyes slowly fading.

The hunger and lust for her 

Burning out with each breathe. “He can’t hurt me anymore.

He can’t.

He can’t .”

She whispered the mantra 

Knowing she had slay and she is safe.
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Bullet


Even with bruises 

Worn out bodies 

A mind that won’t stop thinking 

A body that remembers 

Love is love….

When the day grows old

A rapture in time 

Strawberries kisses 

And raspberry bites 

Drown me in them….

Suddenly I’m taken 

Speechless 

Drenched in my own making 

Not wanting more 

Nor less

Just giving up to pleasure 

Unspeakable 

Spent. 

The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Canned or be canned.

Canned or be canned..

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Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose. 

I wonder about my purpose ?

I’m sure I know He knows it. 
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar. 
I try to play a little,

Read,

Write 

Draw something 

But that feeling.

Just gnaws till you address it.

Little a hamster on a wheel 

A fly in a wall

We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,

Observe to try a little 

And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire. 

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