.
What shall I say
When the universe stumbles
and shards come your way?
Mother, you promised
What can I tell you?
What shall I say
When the universe stumbles
and shards come your way?
Mother, you promised
.
safe passage if I
believed in myself
.
and was willing to try.
I've followed your guide
And of course you were wise
but Mother you didn't
mention dark skies.
For years I've believed
I had fate in my hands
For decades I've traveled
To wonderous lands
I married, delivered
I left when I knew
There was no more to say
No more to do
I've followed your guide
And of course you were wise
but Mother you didn't
mention dark skies.
For years I've believed
I had fate in my hands
For decades I've traveled
To wonderous lands
I married, delivered
I left when I knew
There was no more to say
No more to do
.
.
.
I believed in the goodness
of a universe kind
Mother I trusted
what you had in mind
Did you know there are reasons
sometimes in the end
When even devotion
Can't sew up the mends?
Did you know but not mention
because you thought best
that I learn for myself
this and the rest?
I love deeply, dear Mother
You taught me that too
I try not to falter
and I try to be true
But did you know that the winds
can turn quite unkind?
Mother, did you wonder
if I'd misallign?
Hopeful with dreams?
Yes, that's what you taught
Love? Yes, Mother
YES not for naught
.
Poem 3 of 3o
by Emily V.V. Rabbit
.
Mother it's me, sitting here at the desk
Counting my jellies for whatever comes next.
.
It's me, little Emily, writing a rhyme
Complaining and whining and having a good time
.
People get so serious, I have to nag them to play
once I pushed kj down a hill and in the leaves she did lay
.
ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee hee
If you want to have fun just follow me!
of a universe kind
Mother I trusted
what you had in mind
Did you know there are reasons
sometimes in the end
When even devotion
Can't sew up the mends?
Did you know but not mention
because you thought best
that I learn for myself
this and the rest?
I love deeply, dear Mother
You taught me that too
I try not to falter
and I try to be true
But did you know that the winds
can turn quite unkind?
Mother, did you wonder
if I'd misallign?
Hopeful with dreams?
Yes, that's what you taught
Love? Yes, Mother
YES not for naught
.
Poem 3 of 3o
by Emily V.V. Rabbit
.
Mother it's me, sitting here at the desk
Counting my jellies for whatever comes next.
.
It's me, little Emily, writing a rhyme
Complaining and whining and having a good time
.
People get so serious, I have to nag them to play
once I pushed kj down a hill and in the leaves she did lay
.
ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee hee
If you want to have fun just follow me!
emily, you did not have my permission to hog in on my poem
ReplyDeletesincerely
kj
kj,
ReplyDeleteyou did not have my permission to hog in on animal wednesday
sincerely
emily
hee hee, do i have permission to be here?
ReplyDeletedear kj and emily, to me it's a tie, lovely poems both. more to enjoy :)
i would rhyme,
but it's past my bedtime.
♥
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
I love you both
Now that is so true
Love it! Makes me feel lighter, happier and wealthier.
ReplyDeleteWell done, kj and emily! Emily, maybe it's time you had your own blog?
ReplyDeleteI'm very envious of the talent the two of you display!
Hmmmm...both are great poems, written by wonderful Poets!
ReplyDeleteMethinks tis .....a tie!
KJB,
One thing I know is true -
You love your Mum
And Your Mum loves you!
Emilwee,
Though you act like a bandit,
growing sweets is your habit,
You are an adorable Wabbitt!
EARLY here in SF..best I can do with one cup of coffee....
Wuv to both,
♥ Wrobin ♥
lori, permission forever!!!
ReplyDeletemim, i love you too
i always will
seeing your grin
is such a thrill!
shubhajit, thank you especially because i think of this as a sad poem (mine, not wise guy emily's). hopeful yes, but still sad...
marion, it's me emily rabbit
i'm now in the habit
of writing a story
even if it's gory
i'm glad you read me
i wish you could see me
maybe you could be me
sometime when i'm busy-ee
heeheehehee
wrobin, it's me emily again
i will be your friend
as long as you agree
forget kj, and be nice to ME!
hahahahaha
Sometimes I wish I'd had more forewarning ... some glimpses of the future so I could brace myself against the unkind winds that sometimes blow.
ReplyDeleteBut I wonder now if I would have learnt how to weather storms in quite the same way if I'd had the benefit of such foresight.
And I wonder at the cost for the prophet to thus propehsy the future on my behalf.
I love that you recognise how well your mother equipped you to weather the storms KJ. She did a great job and you built on a firm foundation.
Love you too, but I can't find the little heart thingie!!! Har har har. xx Jos
Spooky !!! you were at my blog whilst I've been here ... ♥ ... ta da!!! I copied this little heart from Lori's comment. Where there's a will there's a way n'all that. xx Jos
ReplyDeletejos, my Mom equipped me but in a way she didn't. I had no idea about broken hearts and i had this confidence that i could fix and handle everything. not so. these days i want to see my vulnerability as a strength. i choose that above numb or blame or shame. i know you do too. your blog is making me happy these days, jos. here's a ♥ for you too
ReplyDeletewonderful that you two are writing poems together. what fun. life is so full of surprises. to be a broken-hearted warrior is not to yield to vulnerability but to accept and admit that life is heart breaking. Over and over. Perhaps it is through our personal heartbreak that we reach out to and connect with the rest of humanity in both heartbreak and joy. Big hugs, Suki
ReplyDeleteK J I'll always follow you~: )
ReplyDeleteDear one that is a wonderful poem!!!
Love~Patte
Such a lovely poem about your mother. Chocked me up.
ReplyDeletesuki, 'a broken hearted warrior' has such a sad tone to it. it makes me wonder really if hearts truly heal. and yet....
ReplyDeleteyour words here are poetically wise, suki. i've read them over three times. ♥
thank you so much pattee. i'm following you too! but don't we miss renee in that caravan :( she is such an imp, besides for being so much everything else too :)
cs, thank you. the poem reaches to our universal Mother. so much to know, so much to learn. xo
I think both are wonderful. Keep going! xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful... 30 days of poems - Yay! I'm really looking forward to this :)
ReplyDeletexo
Kristin
kristin, we'll have thirty days of creative juices in colors and words!
ReplyDeleteannie, it started off hard but i'm picking up steam! thanks for your fine encouragement ♥
ReplyDeletevery touching Poems..thank you
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