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A Mother’s Day Poem

Sharing this beautiful poem and taking time to greet all moms –

Happy Mother’s Day!!!



You can cook food
that tastes so good.
It makes me want to hop
until you tell me to stop.


You give me too much hugs
but you’re afraid of bugs.
Always working hard
You deserve a reward.


You smell so fine
and your hair is divine.
You are so sweet
yet you’re also neat.


You like beautiful things
you’d also like wings.
So you can fly far away
and zoom around all day.


I enjoy having fun with you
i hope you enjoy spending time with me too.
Daddy and I really do love you
i hope that you know that too.


you bring this family together,
and because of you our love will last forever

Posted in personal essay, poem


Losing a loved one is hurtful, the more if it is sudden, when he was at his peak of health and youth. Disbelief, confusion dominated our thoughts, grief brought down our spirit while everything else felt numb and cold. It took awhile to sink and for me to finally accept that a loved one will never come back, saddest part – we never got the chance to say goodbye. And this hurts more than anything…

I wish that through writing I could alleviate the pains of our lost, and for everyone who is also grieving I hope to share this with you…


wish I could go back to the day

when angels came and took you away

I wanted to hold your hand so tight

kiss you gently and say goodnight

and then just before you had to go

I would tell you how much I love you so

i don’t know how, i don’t know why

I never had the chance to say goodbye.

by: John F. Connor


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I carry your heart with me…

I carry your heart with me.

by E.E. Cummingsimg_20160214_204031.jpg

I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart.

I am never without it, anywhere I go you go, my dear;

and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.

I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet.

I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true.

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant,

and whatever a sun will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher

than the soul can hope or mind can hide.

and this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart.

I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart…