Foundation

the mansion of my soul

is built upon the bones

of my great ancestors

the foundation built

by their relentless will

to rise above their adversities

like a phoenix rising from the ashes

The walls are solid

decorated by the hands of warriors

and angels alike

there are many rooms in my mansion

where the spirits of yesterday come to visit

and where the doors remain eternally open

for future prophets

seeking refuge from the storm

The mansion of my soul

remains a gateway

between earth and Heaven

the foundation is solid

and blessed.

Beloved

I say it all the time

almost every day

I am sure you wish I didn't

but I simply cannot help myself

I think you are beautiful

gifted,smart,funny,strong

destined to do amazing things

in your life

You are the answer to a prayer

that I made upon a star very long ago

so I can't help but tell you I am proud of you

and love you all the time,

how blessed I feel to be your mom

and that when it comes to daughters

how honored I am , that you are mine.

He

you wonder

what is so special

about him

oh where do I possibly begin

his smile

his laugh

his strength

his courage

his compassion

his loyalty

his creativity

his heart,his soul, oh pretty much everything

what is so special that makes me love him

you want to know?

most of all it is because he is not you

but then that you already know.

You Again

After all this time

you come knocking at my door

around to win my heart

only to break it once more

Just one more time you say

for old time sake

I admit I still love you

but anymore broken promises

I just cannot take

All those old excuses

the mental,emotional abuses

leave me empty and unwilling to take

a chance again on you

I will just watch you walk away

when I don't answer your knock

upon my door

trust me, its best we do not play this

game anymore

so lets just skip

the one more time around again

and we will start where we already are

you know...the end.

Missing you

reaching for the phone

suddenly remembering you are not home

wanting to share the funny things

and the sorrows that life brings

keep finding myself trying to reach you

but having to accept I cannot do so

for you are far away in Heaven and I am still here on Earth

I find myself looking for your smile

aching to hear your voice

knowing I will have to wait until that day we meet again

at Heavens gate.

missing you mom, now and for the rest of my life.

Missing You

When love ends

it is so like a death

cold, confusing, a fact we must accept

no recapturing of that first moment we said I love you

no taking back the last time we said, It is over

We turn and walk away

becoming quickly a memory of yesterday

even when all hope is gone,

it hurts when love decides it can no longer stay

Generation Three

I am my mothers daughter

my daughter is part of

us both...

three generations of women

each so different yet each so much the same

both my mother

and my daughter

are the confirmation of Angels

who I have been blessed to love and call by name

Generation Three

Mother to Daughter The First Dance

I heard your heart beating softly

like a special drum I learned to depend upon

I listened to that beat as I prepared for my time to arrive

diligently I listened to your spirits melody

and it was within the refuge of your womb

that I had my very first dance.