Three months later, and I’m still offering to gift poems to others. “Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.”
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Category: Your Poem From Me
Your Poem From Me Request #12
The Giving Cause: I’ll Miss You, My Friend
It is said that God gives us
the people we need to live
the lives we live, and
he thought it best to give me, you.
I press on through this life,
ashamed sometimes, in pain
sometimes, and you lift me up
with your mesmerizing voice;
angels sit on your shoulders
guiding you into my heart
through song.
I know love. It is a beautiful thing
to watch flourish–to watch grow,
and when the time comes for
love to pack up and ship off,
I know that kind of love too.
I have you here with me,
little reminders to sift through
and enjoy.
Reminiscence is forthcoming.
Could I have been a reason for
this season in your life?
Or am I going to be the all-weather
friend who will never know the
word “goodbye.”
I pray I am the latter.
I need to be the latter.
Losing you would be a
detrimental blow to my growth,
and I love who I’m becoming.
You are who some people dream
about when they request a
companion, a listener, an avid
advice-giver, but in small doses–
something we can stomach.
You came when my body ached
from depression and broke itself
in two from anxiety.
You somehow restored me.
Blessings rain down daily
for me, and I know you
are one of them. You always
will be.
As you venture off to another state,
a new life awaits you–a new
world. I am happy. I am sad.
I am happy-sad and every bone
in my body wants to reject
the reality of it.
I will miss you, my friend.
But even with hundreds of miles
separating us, nothing can
or will ever remove you from
heart.
Thank you.
*Photo Credit: Photo by Ivan Samkov via Pexels
Thank you C. McKnight for requesting a poem to be written for your friend. It touched me deeply to be able to pen this for you on his behalf.
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Your Poem From Me Request #11
The Giving Cause: I Am No One’s Number One
Senryu, 6 Parts
bound by wayward hands
this–a life I did not seek
breaks my lonely heart
never a first choice
played with and sought after when
life seems relentless
he didn’t pick me
he didn’t pick me either
do I still matter
I shouldn’t give up
it’s my positive outlook
but I do worry
will I die alone
never knowing heart’s true love
or will I bounce back
I haven’t lost faith
men whisper about my smile
I’m still a good catch
Thank you Clay Rivers for giving me the opportunity to gift this poem to you, and for being vulnerable enough to request it. I hope I’ve done your request justice. Peace and blessings.
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Your Poem From Me Requests #9
The Giving Cause: The Humble Mumbles of a Perfectly Imperfect Single Mom
No one ever said this
would be easy, and I’m not
complaining, I’m simply
expressing what I feel . . .
what burns deep within me.
A single mom is the first
person their child sees in
the morning, and the last
one to caress their shoulders
at night.
She is the chaperone, the referee,
the teacher, the creative arts director,
the analyzer, and PTA attendee,
the cook, the cleaner, and anything
you can dream up, and more.
And when she’s tired, her day
doesn’t shift to meet her needs,
it simply fades into something
between two things: less busy
or a chaotic mess.
I can’t summon perfection
at my whim but I will do everything
in my power to provide what’s
best for my children.
They will know the meaning
of truth and its importance,
what a strong foundation is,
and how to operate effectively
in life.
They will lift their heads up,
holding them high, unashamed
of who they are and what they do.
And I will Mama-Bear the first
person who has anything
outlandish to say about them–
pummel them to a pulp.
My children are mine, and I
will protect them from the
world’s unrelenting wrath.
And when I can’t, the pieces
of my heart broken off and
shared with them will
sustain them accordingly,
providing the strength they need
to stand on their own.
I have done/am doing what
I can to give this world
decent human beings to
further its existence. I am
shaping the shifting Mini-Mes
who are more fluid than water
itself–breaking into the fold,
ready to take on
whatever comes their way.
When the day comes when I
relieve them of the nest,
I will stand back, admire their
first flight, and watch them
soar.
Secretly, in hushed whispers
to myself, I’ll say . . .
“I did that.”
Thank you to Melissa Ross for allowing me to gift a poem to you. I truly enjoyed birthing this poem. I hope it is what you want it to be.
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Your Poem From Me Request #8
The Giving Cause: blended
there’s me and you
us and them
but we are one
we’re managing as
a blended team
although on a
grand scale, it’s a
beautiful thing to watch
two different families merge
their lives; the road isn’t
always an easy one
to travel
I know this . . . I love you,
and it provides the strength
I need to soldier on
through our hardest days
I am no longer a mother
of two but four–by label
and only . . . by union.
only by union
and this is what causes
me to pause and review
how we got here
and settle into the
beauty of our exchange
by saying, “I do,” I gained
not just you but your
daughters too
and when you agreed to
accept me, you were
saying “yes” to mine
we couldn’t have imagined
the tests we’d take, but
the journey is one
hell of a ride
I’m happy you’re my
copilot . . . I couldn’t,
wouldn’t think of flying
this crowded plane
with anyone else
Thank you to my very good friend, Karen for allowing me to gift a poem to you. It has been my pleasure creating this. *big hugs* I love you, girl.
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