Mothers…What Rules the World

11 05 2007

They say that man is mighty;
He governs the land and sea,
He wields a mighty scepter
O’er lesser powers that be.
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.”

~~ William Ross Wallace.


Sleep… My Love… My Passion

16 07 2005

You come to me every night with such tenderness that I long for your
touch come daylight. My head and my body, they never cease to think of
you. Whatever I do, you’re always on my mind.

During daylight, you arrive when I need you most, making me
oblivious of what is actually happening around me. When with you, it’s
like I’m transported into another world, completely leaving the other
one behind.

You take me to so many places—some I’ve been to before and
some I am not familiar with. You make me see things I never thought I
would be able to see, making me less innocent, less naïve.

Only you know of my deepest secrets—my fears, my dreams, my
life. When with you, I feel calm, at ease and peaceful. I know that
with you I would be safe and secure.

You touch me in places no one else has ever touched before.
You make me feel good about myself, making me laugh and cry, in the
stage of euphoria.

But sometimes you hurt me. Even unintentionally, I feel as
though you deceive me by showing me my fears. You haunt me with things
I am most afraid of. There are times when I wake up abruptly with
tear-stained cheeks then you are gone.

I know I can’t live without you, though. You are my shock absorber and my best friend. And I am grateful for your presence.

So please come and visit me early tonight, dear sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

SLEEP…. my love…. my passion! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………………….

I Don`t Have To

15 11 2004

I don’t have to see you
To know you’re always there
I don’t have to speak to you
To know you’ll always care.

I don’t have to turn from you
My true self to hide
I don’t have to worry because
I know it’s what God has planned.

I don’t have to dwell on the past
And the wrong turns that I took
I don’t have to keep things from you
My heart is an open book

I don’t have to feel unattractive
On the days I look a mess
I don’t have to fear what you think
Because you’ll still say I’m gorgeous.

I don’t have to stop myself
From telling you exactly what I feel
I don’t have to pretend with you
Because what we have is real.

I don’t have to rest my tired head
It’s not slumber I desire
I don’t have to speak to you
Each and every night
I don’t have to, but I want to
because doing so make me feel alright.

I don’t have to say I love you
A hundred times a day
But I’ll always say I Love You my Sweet,
Because these Love, is for us to keep.

My Sweet…Thank you!

15 11 2004

Thank you for being the heart of my life,
Harboring me in the arms of your love,
Anchoring me in the rock of your faith,
Needing me, that I not be in vain,
Knowing me well, yet loving me still.

You are the island I’ve found in my sea,
Ocean I dwell in and deep where I dive,
Unfailing heaven and passionate earth

Letting Go…

1 01 1998

Our love’s a place where I no longer live;
That was a home, and now is just a house.
I went back in my heart the other day,
But nothing in there struck me as my own.

Strange how life moves on, and what we cherish
Turns to something alien in our hands.
And later, when we try to comprehend it,
It fades into the twilight of our tears.

I woke again upon a sunny morning,
Alive to what I hoped would be a song.
You were yesterday, which I remembered
As though it was decades ago.