Happy 15th Daniel!

It's hard to believe that our Daniel is fifteen years old. On one hand it seems like yesterday when I heard his first cry, looked into his eyes and kissed his forehead with immense gratitude and love. On the other hand it feels like fifteen years of joy, sleepless nights, reading, sharing, loving, all the building blocks of life with more happiness than we could have imagined. My little boy is a young man. A fifteen year old that knows what he wants and shows great passion in his quests . Happy Birthday Daniel, you are the light in my eyes, the laughter in my day. I wish you a life of discovery, wonder, love and inner peace. I wish you happiness and I love you to infinity and beyond.

Free

Carolina chickadee 

flew into the park

one brilliant morning.

The trees rejoiced,

their leaves swaying

to the autumn breeze.

I tasted a change coming

as my eyes softly

welcomed them 

with a smile.

I harbor memories

of long ago,

on a distant shore

of the caged small birds

chirping,

feasting passionately

from a sugar bowl

oblivious to their circumstance. 

The bartender said

they were love birds

and they mate for life.

He poured rum into a tall glass

while sand brushed my toes.

I laughed,

I remember my innocence.

Youth and it's delicious

and painful blunders,

a lifetime ago.

I sigh,

it's my lifetime ago,

my wonder,

my thirst for life and love

that awakened my resolve.

My rebellion

my transformation from a girl into a woman,

a woman that would become a mother,

that loved fiercely. 

A woman that believed in dreams

and starting over.

A woman that wanted to touch

the sky

like a free bird.

Paris Where Poetry Lives

The light in my heart is

overshadowed by sadness.

Darkness threatens in

a distance 

but I want to believe.

I want to believe 

that souls are tuned

to angels as they sing.

I search for words

through the rubble 

of the day,

the lack arises from

the pain that sears.

Light and darkness,

the spaces of life,

empty moments,

pregnant moments.

Evil trampled on the 

garden of existence 

and vaporized hopes and dreams.

The knife blunt,

the sword sharp,

the cries to the heavens

echoing through the universe,

while bad seeds blind and deaf

to the sounds

of humanity.

I want to believe

in the sacred

in the pure

in the grace of the

poetry that lives 

in these streets.

I want to believe 

I want to touch the light,

and hear the angels sing.

A Queen

We bought brown suede boots

durable and rugged.

We bought the boots 

to wear them to the field 

when we ran with our dog.

She was a puppy then

running with joyful abandon

chasing shadows

and her tail.

I lost myself in her gaze,

she laid glued to me

leaving no room for anyone else.

She was graceful as if

she knew that she was

a queen in another life,

and I was her servant. 

He misses her,

and he misses the young

girl I used to be. 

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Gone

When I am gone,

 I want to dwell in your dreams

like a fluttering butterfly
on your skin.

Kiss your eyelids as you sleep
and embrace you with my wings.
when I am gone I will dance with you

through all the continents,

we will

 hopscotch through the stars
as we climb into

 each others arms.
When I am gone
I'll leave my scent on your pillow

while the violins play

and you drink poems for breakfast

in a tall cup

knowing you were loved.

Life

It's always been difficult for me to leave myself open and vulnerable even though in my poetry I do, in my daily life it's not always easy to do. The last few weeks were filled with questions and uncertainties. I was tackling some health issues that are still unresolved. A good friend texted me the other day to ask how I was doing. I answered optimistic and with gratitude for the improvement that I have experienced so far. Later I reflected and I realized how hard it is for me to accept that all this worry and fear has left me depressed. I have not had patience to write, to read, to visit my friends on their blogs. I try to assure everyone around me that I am fine because I don't want to burden them. As a mother, wife, friend, I have always tried to comfort everyone. I think I have to accept the way I feel and allow them to comfort me. 

Fear

Fear whispered in my ears,

like a mosquito feasting on my skin.

It whispered doubts,

 it challenged me into a battle

on the field of life.

I left fear on the sidelines of youth,

and it found me in mid life.

It entered like a burglar

on a dark night,

awakened me in my sleep

and shined a bright light 

in my eyes.

It stood over me

as my heart raced.

Fear climbed the fence

of my garden

and planted seeds

while my back was turned,

like a needle piercing my subconscious.

Fear touched my wounds,

injured my being.

It whispered,

it whispered,

then it roared.