Grandma You Should Know
Grandma I'm missing you.
I miss just sitting by your side.
Now I smell like you.
Nivea Creme and Baby Powder.
It is a familiar place in my loneliness.
Grandma I can taste your food.
Potato salad and tuna casserole.
Warm in my mouth.
Filling in my stomach.
You never judged me. Ever.
Grandma I've wanted to tell you so much.
I have a beautiful daughter.
I am fighting for what I love.
Sometimes I get confused and frustrated.
Please give me strength and guidance.
I wear your ring by my heart.
New York City Lovers
Back home you flew.
You came into my life like a whisper.
Not for long, but it shook me so.
How is it that I just met you.
Yet I want to see your smile everyday.
Thousands of miles away, months apart.
These realities confuse me completely.
It would be easier to forget it but I cannot.
When in another man's arms all I think of is you.
If I try to push it away, it stares me in the face.
Your kiss shot through my veins.
The recollection of your embrace.
Blushing you took me into your world.
Now I do not know what will happen.
Will we remain or just become a distant memory?
Sydney J.
Sweet voiced and bright eyed.
Full of wonder you cling to my side.
Jumping, running, always moving.
Bouncy brown curls and chubby cheeks.
I am amazed that you came from me.
So mischievous you are, but still so sweet.
Always curious and wanting answers.
Chatting, singing, clickety-clacking.
I love the way your little hands fit in mine.
How I wish you could stay small forever.
You sing with me, ever my darling.
The reason why I work so hard is you.
When I am not with you, my heart aches.
Love has no measure for you and I.
I am your Mama before anything else.
Money Crazy
Is everything about money?
Sometimes I think life is all about money.
Earning it, having it, spending it, wanting it.
Money divides, money brings joy or strife.
It's all about who is earning it better.
Some people are born with money to last.
Other people have to learn how to make money.
Then there are people who don't do either.
Life is all about choices.
How one chooses to live is up to them.
I want a comfortable life.
I long to travel until I can see no more.
My daughter needs a quality education.
Yet, I do not want money to govern me.
In the end, sometimes it does, no matter your choice.
The Snake
Cruelty stringing threads.
At first I couldn't understand it.
Why were you being so mean to me.
Constantly crying but you went for the throat.
Yet I stayed and hoped you would change.
You hated my spirit.
Insecurely you tried to make me self conscious.
Every little thing was my fault.
I was never good enough for you.
Weaving a web of anger you lost.
So, tired, I left you in your misery.
Never will I know why I stayed.
I know who I am and what I stand for.
Moving to peace I laugh full bodied.
In your loneliness you wait.
Grandma I'm missing you.
I miss just sitting by your side.
Now I smell like you.
Nivea Creme and Baby Powder.
It is a familiar place in my loneliness.
Grandma I can taste your food.
Potato salad and tuna casserole.
Warm in my mouth.
Filling in my stomach.
You never judged me. Ever.
Grandma I've wanted to tell you so much.
I have a beautiful daughter.
I am fighting for what I love.
Sometimes I get confused and frustrated.
Please give me strength and guidance.
I wear your ring by my heart.
New York City Lovers
Back home you flew.
You came into my life like a whisper.
Not for long, but it shook me so.
How is it that I just met you.
Yet I want to see your smile everyday.
Thousands of miles away, months apart.
These realities confuse me completely.
It would be easier to forget it but I cannot.
When in another man's arms all I think of is you.
If I try to push it away, it stares me in the face.
Your kiss shot through my veins.
The recollection of your embrace.
Blushing you took me into your world.
Now I do not know what will happen.
Will we remain or just become a distant memory?
Sydney J.
Sweet voiced and bright eyed.
Full of wonder you cling to my side.
Jumping, running, always moving.
Bouncy brown curls and chubby cheeks.
I am amazed that you came from me.
So mischievous you are, but still so sweet.
Always curious and wanting answers.
Chatting, singing, clickety-clacking.
I love the way your little hands fit in mine.
How I wish you could stay small forever.
You sing with me, ever my darling.
The reason why I work so hard is you.
When I am not with you, my heart aches.
Love has no measure for you and I.
I am your Mama before anything else.
Money Crazy
Is everything about money?
Sometimes I think life is all about money.
Earning it, having it, spending it, wanting it.
Money divides, money brings joy or strife.
It's all about who is earning it better.
Some people are born with money to last.
Other people have to learn how to make money.
Then there are people who don't do either.
Life is all about choices.
How one chooses to live is up to them.
I want a comfortable life.
I long to travel until I can see no more.
My daughter needs a quality education.
Yet, I do not want money to govern me.
In the end, sometimes it does, no matter your choice.
The Snake
Cruelty stringing threads.
At first I couldn't understand it.
Why were you being so mean to me.
Constantly crying but you went for the throat.
Yet I stayed and hoped you would change.
You hated my spirit.
Insecurely you tried to make me self conscious.
Every little thing was my fault.
I was never good enough for you.
Weaving a web of anger you lost.
So, tired, I left you in your misery.
Never will I know why I stayed.
I know who I am and what I stand for.
Moving to peace I laugh full bodied.
In your loneliness you wait.
