Monday, June 06, 2016
Monday, January 07, 2013
This world
I grow so tired of this world…it is grotesque with violence and death.
Each calamity serves as a chilling reminder.
Those who rape and kill are not guilty only of these crimes but also for robbing so many of their innocence.
And so many have been robbed...
The motives are selfish, evil or come from a place that is so unsettling we cannot understand it, much less heal or comprehend it.
Sometimes I wish I was not a part of this world…
In Loving Memory of Emilia Miranda (08/20/1921 - 09/10/2011)
The strength I saw in her, and the strength I see in my Mother is a characteristic I pray to have inherited.
And as she aged, each passing year seemed to draw out her sweet side more and more. Every time I'd visit, she was so glad to see me. Every time I spoke to her on the phone, she was so glad to talk to me. I can still hear her voice in my head, each time we would say goodbye over the phone, she would say "Que Dios te vendiga Mija" in a loud voice, sometimes several times, almost like she was afraid she wouldn't get to say it before I hung up.
The very first time I introduced her to my boyfriend, she looked at him and said, "That's my grandson." And she was right.
We spoke on her 90th birthday. I was teasing her when I told her she had to remember to eat all of her food so she could be strong and live to be 100. She laughed at me and told me that 90 years was a long time to live. She told me that she had felt every one of those years and that she was ready to be with the Lord, and with my Tata.
I loved my grandmother. And her love for me was strong and sweet and special. The realization that she won't be there anymore when I call hurts more than I can express.
Goodbye sweet Nana.
Friday, December 11, 2009
The best part of my day
It starts when the lights go off - no, not THOSE moments - and we crawl under the covers and you pull me close to you and we're suddenly somehow wrapped up in each other.
I can hear your breath, feel your arms, smell your scent. You're all around me, and in that moment your love engulfs my very soul. I breathe in your love and breathe out all my worries and concerns; peace washes over me.
It's this moment I've looked forward to several times in my day. It's only in the darkness and stillness of this moment that I'm completely at rest, it's then that I know vulnerability; I am utterly yours.
My addiction to you and the way I feel grows stronger every night I spend in your arms, I want nothing to stop it.
I hear your breath growing deeper, slower and the temptation to give in to the peacefulness is strong, but I struggle to stay awake. If only I could stop time and just enjoy this feeling but...my favorite moments are fleeting...
And in the morning when I must leave the comfort of your arms, a twinge of sadness hits me...my favorite moments are once again lost with the rising of the sun and the necessity of life's duties.
So I go about my day, fulfilling the demands of daily life, but all the while waiting again for night to come, for those sweet moments when I'm in your arms once more.
Goodnight my love.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Rapists and Diamonds
To keep what was mine and expel all else
Twas' not the fear nor the anger, but the sorrow which prevailed
The moment lost in time, the stillness of my heart
Said was everything that needed to be said
And justified was every thought, every feeling once labored over
What will never be forgotten is over now
Leaving in it's wake healing and comfort and still
It was as it should have been,
And their laughter and their voices faded into the night...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
¿Cómo llegamos aquí?
A momentary flashback; a blue shirt, a necklace
Your arms reaching for me
A smile; excitement
Its beginning was in that moment; it endures even now
Distance cannot impede it
Heartache cannot quench it
Time only fuels its worth
A refuge in a time of war
A sense of calm in the midst of turmoil
Like dry ground to a drowning man
Or a promise of peace against all odds
Eyes that comfort
Hands that assure
A soul that is clean and healthy and pure
Effort not required, it’s just who you are
Wanted by me
Loved by me
Overwhelming
Addicting
Beautiful
Let nothing stop it
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Long Walk Home
She turned her back and walked away, emotion full of pain
The sentiment she could not control, inside she felt such shame
With hurried steps and labored breath, she glanced around in fear
And uninhibited from her eye, there streamed a single tear.
Each passing day, the hurt inside, the pain in every stride
Brought sleepless nights, an unending plight had hurt deep inside
Had hid her smile far beneath; heartache caused from sin
It seemed a wait would be required to mend her heart within.
And not a soul to there console; this need that was not met
The start which had so long ago, been christened with a song,
Would sadly now be laid to rest, the end a tragic wrong.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
A life that did not start
Time stands still, for she long awaits,
To hold him in her arms
With a heavy heart and loving eyes,
She whispers “You are safe from harm”
From family members to friends
They are teary eyed and overcome,
With emotions endless end
She only knows too well
He will never see a Christmas eve
No first school day to tell
His eyes condemned to night
A stomach ache or fevered cold,
He will never have to fight
A birth certificate she signs
She turns it over, a tightened breath,
Her thoughts lost to her mind
She could not bear to see
His death certificate staring cold,
A lost thought, unconceived
His face burned in our hearts
We weep for we will never know,
A life that did not start
Bellowing voices high
It shakes the ground and quakes the earth,
It overtakes the sky
An angel of Gods grace,
Although we know he’s needed there
He will be greatly missed.
Rest in peace Jaden Struckmeyer. 12/03/07