Mother at Sixteen

Mother at Sixteen

 

She was looking lost and forlorn,
Her frail body slouching forward,
holding tightly at the young child in her arms.
The baby was crying, she attempted to feed him,
but from the white cracks on her lips,
and her sunken eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder,
if she wasn’t hungry too.

She looked around anxiously,
as if expecting someone,
The shadows of evening are lengthening,
and she is all alone at the train station,
She is alone with her baby and a bag by her feet,
which holds all her earthly possessions.

Her mother’s harsh words still echoed in her ears,
‘Go find you baby father, find the man who breed you,
I can’t afford to take care a you and no baby!”
He said he would come, he said he would meet her here.
That was two days ago.
And here she was, still alone at the train station,
Just sixteen years old,
Alone and scared, with nowhere to go!

 

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The Masquerade

The Masquerade

The masquerade stands
alone and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Oozing arrogance.

But like a wall of ice
which can remain
but only for a time,
The sunshine of spring
melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topple over
and slowly melts away.

For the Love of Money

For the Love of Money

She plays the dutiful wife,
she pretends that everything is all right,
But alone in her bed at night,
she wonders who she is fooling.
He doesn’t love her,
He doesn’t really care.
The big house, the expensive car,
the money in the bank,
Does nothing to ease her loneliness,
or to make up for the fact,
She has lost him to someone else
and she cannot win him back.

She cries herself to sleep at night,
And wonder what she is doing wrong,
why she lies alone each night,
while another woman has her man.
Sometime she wants to leave him,
but it is really hard to do,
She has become too accustomed to living,
this life of luxury.
It would be easy to leave him,
but not the money, the big house or the car,
So she suffers silently
and tells herself,
You just can’t have it all!

Marva Seaton
Believe in Yourself

Believe in Yourself

My post for today is a re-post of the poem believe in yourself.

 

 

 

Believe in yourself,
And what you can be,
And not what others,
Think that you are,
Believe in your dreams,
And what you can achieve,
If you work towards your goal,
Believe in tomorrow,
And the hope that it brings,
With the dawn of each new day,
Believe in love,
And the one that you love,
The person you know him to be,
But the most important of all of these,
Is that you believe in you.

I thought I would re-post this poem after reading an article a few days ago where a twenty-three year old nurse from Guyana committed suicide by drinking poison after having some love issues with her partner.  I couldn’t help think, what a waste of a young life!   The message to all of this is, put no one above you.  Love yourself!  Reach for the stars and maybe you can’t touch them but at least take the time to see all the things that are positive around you.  Life is precious don’t let it go to waste!

The Man

The Man

Three times a car goes round the block,
He takes her car and say it’s his,
She walks to work and he drives around.
He takes her money and give other ladies,
She pays the bills.
She cooks and clean,
All he does is watch TV all day,
She does everything,
He kills the dog.

By Terriann Bonnick {age 12}

Scars

Scars

I see the scars etched upon your face,
I tried to catch your eyes,
but you quickly looked away.
“It was an accident,” you say,
but we both know the truth.
“I  love him,” you say,
The question is, does he love you too?
Don’t you know girl,
that love is not supposed to hurt?
It’s not supposed to leave you
with scars etched upon your face.
I think if I look deep enough I’ll see,
the scars etched upon your heart.

Marva Seaton

The Fear

The Fear

I see in your eyes,
Reflections of me,
The tenderness of your smile,
Showing the love you try,
So hard to disguise,
Breaking through the wall,
You build around you,
In your desperate bid to be free.

I see you trying to reach out,
to the future,
Yet so afraid to let go of the past,
Afraid that history will repeat itself,
So you remain in your safe world.

It’s not that you are a coward,
It’s just that you are afraid,
Too afraid to trust,
Too afraid to believe in me,
Too afraid to stay,
Lest you fall in love.

So you play a game,
Of forever running away,
My heart bleeds for you,
And I understand your pain,
For worst than the fear,
Of having one’s heart broken,
Is the fear of falling in love.

Marva Seaton

 

Questions of the Heart

What is life, and what of love,
Moments when speech is not necessary,
There is no need for spoken words,
And the language of the flesh,
Is the language expressed.
Lips meet, hands reach out,
Frantic and searching,
Hungering for love’s fulfillment,
And one look says more,
Than a hundred spoken words can.

Lying in your arms,
Can you look in my eyes,
And see past me,
To the yearning in my soul?
Can you see what no other eyes can,
This hunger in my soul?
And when your arms are locked about me,
And I give in willingly to your desires,
Do you seek to please me, or just yourself?

Would you think it silly,
If I should cry in your arms?
If you wish to speak,
And I say I prefer the silence?
Would you think it silly,
If all I want tot do,
Is to lie in your arms,
Savoring your warmth,
Holding on to you as if there,
Is no tomorrow?

Will you ever really understand me?
This child-like part of me,
That clings to you,
As if afraid to let go?

Marva Seaton

Desiderata {Max Ehrmann}

Desiderata {Max Ehrmann}

 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

 

Through This Journey of Today {G. B. McClain}

Through This Journey of Today {G. B. McClain}

When the sunlight in the morning
Parts the shadows of the night,
And the world once more awakens
To a day so fresh and bright…
With the dew-kissed flowers so fragrant,
As the birds begin to sing
Long before the sound of traffic,
To this day its noise will bring…
This is when we need to seek Him
As we store this peace away,
And we ask our lord to guide us
Through this journey of today.

For the clouds may hide the sunshine
Long before this day is through;
But when storms of life are raging,
He can give us peace anew;
And each day with all its problems,
With its joy and sometimes strife,
Can be like a gift so precious
On this journey known as life.
All this beauty He has given
And this peace we store away
Are the gifts the Father gives us,
As we journey through today.

Where Are You? {Helen Gleason}

Where Are You? {Helen Gleason}

Where are You, Lord, I cried with tears?
You said You were by my side.
But, Lord I didn’t see You.
Though ever so hard I really tried.
And then I heard Your answer
In that still small voice that speaks within:
“My child just look around you –
There is no place that I’m not in.
I’m in that sweet and loving child
Who greets you with a cheering smile;
I’m in the friend who calls on you
To visit and chat awhile.
I’m in that lovely birdsong sweet
That falls upon your listening ear,
And in that friend who prays with you
Who even sheds with you a tear.

I’m in the fragrance of a flower,
In the kiss of day’s first gentle dew;
In the breeze that falls upon your cheek,
In every morning fresh and new.
I’m in the love of a dear pet’s eyes
As it trustingly snuggles close to you.
My love is all around you, child,
And my promises for you still true.
I am in the Word, in the Book I left
To guide, comfort, each day anew.
You see me in so many ways
In the lovely world I made for you.”