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Hey Mom

I fixed my coffee, work was due again

Then I heard familiar steps coming down the stairs.

Dressed in her night gown,

She limped slowly down the stairs since her feet hurts again.

She smiles sleepily upon seeing me

I greet her good morning as I hug her tight.

She’s older and frailer now

So different from her younger years.

I ask, “Hey mom, want some coffee?”

As we slowly start our days.

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How Is The Heart?

It formed and grew

Learned to love and trust

Learned to fall

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And ultimately break

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Learned to stand up

Be strong and move on

Learned to be okay

Be whole

By being on its own

Sa imong adlawng natawhan
Gi ampo nako nga ikaw mabulahan
Nga hinaot, ikaw malipayon o inahan.
Salamat sa imong pag atiman
Ug pag amuma kanamong tanan.
Gipangga ka namo todo-todo, inahan!
Malipayong adlawng natawhan.

On your birthday

Blessings is what I pray

Hoping you are happy, oh mother dear.

Thank you for taking good care of us

And for loving us.

We love you so much, mother!

Have a happy birthday.

To My Nephew

An innocent child

A heart that is wild

We just want you to survive and see you grow

Be still my love, our love we will show

And all will be well in time my dear

I pray to God to wash away my fear.

We cannot wait to see you

Know we are here for you

The dark cloud may have made us blue

But know, we will and forever will love you.

Dad’s The Best

He shared joys and laughter 

Picked us up, dusted us

He was strong, the real Superman!

Now he’s frail

Old and slowing down

Time for us to return the favor

For dad, the best

Long Way

I started a journey, I took a step

I leapt without knowing

I made my way through and struggled hard

I’m not there yet but the end is in sight

I’ve come a long way and made it thus far

As I look back at that first step, could not imagine it’s been this long

And thay first step? I’m glad I did it

Can I Carry You?

I love this poem. I hope you all enjoy it too!
By: Brad Anderson
Published on February 2006
I guess that I can hold you

one more time before you grow

and tell you that I love you

so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.

One day you’ll tie your own.

And when you think back to this time

I hope it’s love I’ve shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?

Can I please cut up your meat?

Can I pull you in the wagon?

Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,

so let me care for you.

I want to be a part

of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?

Can I put toys in the bath?

Can I help you count your small ten toes

before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team

can I pitch you one more ball?

And one more time can I stand near

to make sure you don’t fall?

Let’s take another space-ship ride

Up to the Planet Zoor.

Before our Cardboard Rocket

doesn’t fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill.

while you’re still too small to climb.

And let me read you stories

while you’re young and have the time.

I know the day will come

when you will do these things alone.

Will you recall the shoulder rides

and all the balls we’ve thrown?

I want you to grow stronger

than your Dad could ever be.

And when you find success

there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?

One day you’ll walk alone.

I cannot bear to miss one day

from now until you’ve grown.
Taken from: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/one-last-time

Give

Give without expecting something in return

Give until it hurts

Give where it’s needed

And when it’s needed

Give because it’s the best gift

Her Smile

She lights up the room as she often does

Gracefully she carries the weight of the world

Her pain she endures and spreads love all around 

Her smile is like Mona Lisa’s or even better

She’s called by many names but there’s only one name I call her

And that is “Mom”

Tears For Aleppo

I worry of what to wear

Yet there is a side in the world, somewhere 

Where they worry for their lives.
I listen to music,

They listen to bombings

Nowhere is safe

My heart breaks.
I watch the news

They watch their loved ones die

For them I cry

And pray for their sake.
I  shed tears and share a prayer

For Aleppo

The Darkest Tunnel

Find yourself in the Chaos

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