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The earth is my go to place

I feel at ease in that dirty space

I can touch it and know it is real

Rubbing my fingers through it as I feel.

Something about the beams from the sun

Makes me feel so purposeful and needed,some

I can make whatever I wish,

Whatever I plant I can eat on my dish

It is rewarding and so special to me

The things that my hands make to be

Earth, sun, and a heart that can create

This earth can surely be great.

MwsR >3

Never(poem)

You had the power

I was weak

You took my trust

I gave it to you

No love that was true

That is what I saw, when I saw you.

You stole my innocence

I played the game

You tookmy respect

I took the blame

You hurt me deeper

I felt the pain

You were not a real dad

I only had your name

Lies you told

Lies that I felt

You never will get that chance again

I will never let you.

MwsR ❤️

Blue• Storms

Today was one of those gloomy, dreary days.

It had rained all dang day and Blue could not stand it. She had always hated days where it rained. This was because she could not go outside. If she couldn’t go outside, she could not imagine. If Blue wouldn’t use her imagination she felt sad. Blue had always been good at imagining. For as long as she could remember, the world she imagined in her head was and had been better than the real world. Today, it seemed like a lost cause.

As Blue got into doing her homework she found herself getting bored. The same old stuff every evening for homework. First, she did her spelling words and then read the chapters in her history book, followed with her answer and questions given by her teachers. She really thought most of this was just busy work. She wished she had something else to do besides homework but sadly, no. So Blue took her time this evening going all her assignments. She heard her mom and dad arguing and tried to eavesdrop in on what they were upset about. Usually, her dad would do a lot of shouting, slamming of cabinet doors, and stomping. Her mom usually was trying to explain or calm him down. This could sometimes last got minutes but mostly lasted for the rest of the evening. Her dad would low up then leave, and return later on and pick up where he left off at.

Usually, if the arguing was in the evening, supper was delayed and no one really ate together. That is if they came to eat. If her dad was angry her mom would leave the food out for him. This would be difficult because her mom would not eat and she and her brother would have to figure out what to fo., on their own. It created such a cloud of disdain that because of it, us kids would not even leave our rooms to get food. This made the nighttime hard, usually, Blue would do hungry she couldn’t sleep.

Well, this evening would be that way. Tonight Blue would go to bed without any supper. Not to mention, sadness at the fact her parents were so mad at each other. She never did catch ear of what it was they were arguing about. Probably something to do with the church. Who knows. Often her dad was mad and wouldn’t like her mom going to evening church services, but despite his feelings, her mom would still try to go. Blue kind of admired her mom’s tenacity. Although, mostly Blue did not understand her dad’s fight against her mom going. Blue just wished it would stop.

Blue found herself in this yucky day, yucky weather, hungry, and bored, and sad. So what did Blue do but lie in bed using her imagination? She found herself talking to God. With thunder and lightning from outside Blue’s room lit up with each strike of lightning which led Blue to use that in her talk with God. Blue asked God to answer her with thunder or a flash of lightning. Lightning stood for yes. Thunder stood for a no.

Now Blue was not sure if she would actually get God to go along with it but she was ready to try. After all, she had lots of questions. Some questions were about her parents. She would ask things like, ” Do they love me?”, or”Will they ever divorce?”. Blue just needed to know things. It was in her nature. Surely Hod understood it all. At least she hoped he would.

Blue always tried to get God’s answers that a way. All of her childhood she would seek his answers through a time of storms. She never really knew though if God liked it. Something’s she never asked of him. The one thing she did was, ”Can I be loved?”, God would answer her, but they never were answered the same. Somewhere in between her wants and needs she just needed to be loved. To Blue it was simple, either you did or you did not.

”Oh , if life were that simple! ”,she often thought.

To be continued…

MwsR❤️

Poem

Grow slower

Learn more

Reap benefits

Sow gladness

Teach love

Grab memories

Leap gracefully

Stand firm

Believe miracles

Forgive always

Ask thoughtfully

Preserve yourself

Linger if needed

Leave when asked

Finish everything

Cling without smothering

Test your skills

Work with pride

Hug others often

Lift another up

Be the change needed

Save your own self

Remember to be strong

Pray for our world

Cherish everything you have

Push towards your goals

Accomplish what needs accomplishing

In the end what matters?

You, me, them, and us.

MwsR

Poem

GETTING OLD

By MwsR

The hardest part of growing old, I think,

Is knowing that you could lose someone from your life.

Time runs out so fast for some.

Often times I reflect on days past

Things I did without a second glance

Those things are not important so much, anymore.

I think growing old is a gift to some,

For others, going on in this life missing those that passed

Is a cruel thing to have to do.

Often we do not see the need to plan or get established

With regret we reflect on the moments lost in that hesitant period.

The good has a way of helping us,

While the bad, it can totally ruin us.

Old is not so great when you have not lived fully,

Or said the things you should of.

Life that had no real justice, perhaps

That is the regret for a lot

Righting wrongs, working our way to a peaceful retirement

Getting old, is possibly the journey one must take alone.

No one is going to be there for you in your mind.

The things that haunt you or yours to bear by yourself.

In getting old you will learn what means the most to you.

When you are sitting and drinking that cup of Joe, you will see.

Walks will take on a new meaning, you will see more beauty

You will tell that loved one what they mean to you, without forgetting

You will jot down notes to help you with reminders

But the sacred ones are stored in your mind.

Getting old is something to take notice of,

It will humble you.

It may send your thoughts down that path of the ultimate end, to you.

Or with any luck it will help make those around you grateful for you.

And make you more grateful too.

Old age is both a blessing and a curse.

Which ever way you choose to look at it.

Biological Mom poem

Mom (my biological one)

I searched for years

Shed many tears

Hoping that one day

I could find my way

To you

I looked at faces

In all sorts of places

Compared my features

To all I first met

I asked their names with no regret

For it was a search and find mission

A definite decision

To find you

I was trying to be true

To the life you gave to me

To the memories of a past I had not seen

I wanted to sit with you

I wanted you to be true

Despite the circumstances

I didn’t fret from taking chances

To finally find my one first mom

The only one I came from.

Mwsr❤️

Poem

TODAY

Today…years ago

My mom died

I cried

They tried

Today…

I am sad

Others feel bad

There’s some mad

Today…

Life changed

Funeral was arranged

Others acted strange

Today…

Life as I knew was forever changed

Others feels my pain

Memories remain.

MwsR >3


Poem

It by MwsR

Stillness makes you vulnerable

Quietness makes you scream

Inside things are changing, it’s a complicated thing.

Listening does not make you smarter

Just makes you a listener of things

It’s what you do for others, and what in doing it, it brings.

Foremost in your mind

It will be for a while

Not letting you go, that’s not it’s style.

Torment is what you place on your own self

And there is so much of it to go around

It will hold you up and then knock you onto the ground.

There will be those that beg it to go away

Those that know nothing else but it

And those that will try to rise out from the bottomless pit.

Success depends on your thoughts

What you say to yourself when it is going on

What you believe of yourself when you’re all alone.

No one can make you happy and free, but you.

No one can give you the right advice

The words, the actions, and it be true.