I wrote this poem when I was pregnant with my youngest in 2014.
Baby Boy you are so small
You growing fast and all
Starting to kick my belly here
I like having you oh so near
It won't be long before my belly grows
Protruding out watermelon size, Oh!
I try to keep from eating too much
My biggest meal is always lunch
I feel you move in the afternoon
Or when I lay down at night to snooze
Soon you will be here, it will go fast
Your kicking me from inside, a thing of the past
Another Day. Another Day.
I seem to say that every day.
Is there no other way for me to say,
Another day has passed?
A Turtle sat on the edge of a pond and saw a beautiful Heron standing in the water next to him. The Heron looked down into the water at the fish and the turtles soaking in the day’s sun as they rested on the logs, then turned to the Turtle and asked, “Why can’t I swim like the fish? Why can’t I lay on a log like the turtles?”
The Turtle looked up at the majestic Heron. Her beak, neck, and legs one beautiful long line down to her feet. Her feathers were as white as snow. He could not understand why this lovely bird could not see its own beauty or potential.
The Turtle replied to the Heron, “I was just wondering why I can’t fly up in they sky and soar over the ground like a bird. I am stuck here on the ground. I can swim or lay on the log with the other turtles to sun myself, but all I want to do is fly. You can take the wings you have and do what you do best with them. Just spread your wings and flap them. You are built to fly. Why are you holding yourself back?”
The Heron looked down at its legs and fluffed up its feathers by moving its wings around a bit. “I never flew before. It’s scary. I would rather sit on a log.” the Heron replied to the Turtle.
The Turtle looked up again at the Heron. “You can’t fly, if you don’t try.”
At that moment the Heron started to run ahead through the open field next to the pond and flapped its wings as hard as it could. Slowly and gracefully the Heron took off and eventually was floating above the ground. She was amazed with her own accomplishment. Even more amazing was that it was a turtle that taught her to fly.
You walk, you stroll, you love, you grow
How the city effects you, you never know
Meeting people and making friends
A new adventure around each bend
A place for old and new love too
Seeing couples holding hands, its true
The city of love, a city of passion
Where to next, only you can fashion
Sitting by a fountain, resting on the stairs
With this city I am having an affair
Love some parts, also hate others
Its a city of artists, its a wonder!
So much inspiration in one place
A new day and adventure, its the way
With inspiration and love in the air
Each moment you will cherish and care
Written at the end of my trip to Italy, July 2012
Vacation is over, time to return to daily life
I am still a mom and friend, but not a wife
Daily life with all its ups and downs
I find it hard to keep my feet on the ground
My vacation inspired me and made me wonder
Is there more to life than this daily plunder?
Little brown mole, little brown mole
In my arm there's now a hole
You naughty thing you melanoma
I want to kill you, not to grow ya!
You were black like many freckles
I am already covered in spots and speckles
You seemed benign for many years
Then the doctor said, "You're outta here!"
I have fear of you, but you fear the knife
You're out now and not ruining my life
I am happy I went for my yearly check
To stop you in your tracks, Oh heck!
So on with life and lots of sunscreen
Avoiding sun more than I've ever been
I'll be eating better and taking care
You melanoma you better beware!