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Poetry : Untitled
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Posted by Sylvia on Thursday, January 15, 2004 (17:42:25)
author unknown
Are you with me little one?
Have the day's events soaked in once the day is done?
Is the path that mommy chooses for you clear?
I only do what I think is best for you my dear.
I cannot stand to see you lost.
It will be the end of me before I allow my efforts tossed.
Day in and day out, my mind is constant motion.
Thinking of ways to reach you and teach you. There is no end to my devotion.
Do you go through the days that I have packed for you in vain?
Would you rather be outside, chasing rainbows after the rain?
Those miracle moments when your stare is so deep inside of me,
These are treasures collected in my heart, like rare jewels that I'll take to my destiny.
I wonder where you would be if I left you alone.
In your quiet mystical world, where one couldn't hurt you with a stone.
That place where you wouldn't be expected to perform and be up to par.
For your label would be your excuse and no one would expect more.
Yet, I have chosen to make you a part of this judgmental earth.
And try to defeat the cards that life dealt to you, the day of your birth.
I pray every night, that you forgive me for being so head strong and ambitious.
Perhaps I do take the definition of "tough love" a bit too viscous.
One thing is for sure my love, maybe one day you will understand.
That mommy loves you with a passion that some would never comprehend.
Though, I work with you through cries and screams, and even dodged a slap or two,
Know that I hear you, know that it hurts me. But I push onward, just for you.
Yes I know it would be easier to give up and let you grow at your own rate,
But later in life if I say "Help my son," the might say, "I am sorry it is too late."
Though my days are long, my body tired and my beauty fading day by day...
I know if I leave this earth tomorrow I will have few regrets to take to my grave.
You look for kisses and for hugs, something you never used to do.
Yes, my love you have come far, I know it has been hard for you.
Know that I am proud, for you have made the biggest sacrifice.
You work harder than a grown man would in all his life.
I'll be with you until the end, praying for strength and patience to prevail.
Have comfort that you do not have a "typical" mother, and I will not let you fail.
Know this. You are my life, my soul, you are what drives blood through my veins.
Perhaps you were sent to me unfinished, it is my honor to grab hold of the reins.
To finish you, my little masterpiece that I work and toil over everyday.
With never ending devotion and commitment, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Poetry : Don't bind me
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Posted by Sylvia on Sunday, November 16, 2003 (17:50:16)
by Sondra Williams
I see the dark shadow coming and fear begins to consume
I feel the uncertainty of those, whose confusion looms
Feeling naked and exposed where fears abound
Lost in a world where confusion is found
Coming to rescue me from my fantasylands
Only to bind my feet and shackle my hands
Fearful of my so-called delusional way
As I see them approaching, I have no words to say
Wanting desperately to pull me from the safe I hold
Saying I am crazy and lost in a world so dark and cold
Yet, I am happy and content in a place that others can't see
It's an inner place that playfully exists within me
Safely playing in my dream world with harmony and song
I find this place safe, others see it as wrong
Wanting to transform me into a normal human being
Not understanding what their thinking and words are saying
I shout out my fear as it rips at me, I screamed as loud as I could
For all I see is others ripping me of my dignity and personhood
Others may not understand my reason for being, or the gifts I might bring
Some see me as much different, not human, but a thing
Inside this shell exists my soul, uniquely designed by God
For there is purpose, even in this special, but unusual path I trod
It is not meant for you to transform me to who you think I should be
For God created this soul, and knowingly he create the whole of me
So please don't bind my feet or shackle my hands, but set me free
Let me exist as I am, for I simply just want to be me
Take the time to know me, for in me exist a person too
Although I am different, I am uniquely created just like you
Click here for foreword by Sondra Williams
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