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You change when your mother dies.
Life is a little askew
like a picture that won’t hang straight
or a sliding door
that always rolls off the hinges.
You notice your image in a mirror,
and your pulse speeds up.
You don’t have much of a heart
or an appetite
but you do remember
your mother’s anniversary date
and the color of her eyes.
Your life changes when your mother dies.
No more visits or homemade pies.
No Sunday phone calls or question why’s.
You feel guilty for things you never said.
You wake in the middle of the night only to realize
that the one person who truly loved you
has her face on a plastic prayer card
that sits on your bedroom dresser.
You change when your mother dies.
Life is a little askew
like a picture that won’t hang straight
or a sliding door
that always rolls off the hinges.
You notice your image in a mirror,
and your pulse speeds up.
You don’t have much of a heart
or an appetite
but you do remember
your mother’s anniversary date
and the color of her eyes.
Your life changes when your mother dies.
No more visits or homemade pies.
No Sunday phone calls or question why’s.
You feel guilty for things you never said.
You wake in the middle of the night only to realize
that the one person who truly loved you
has her face on a plastic prayer card
that sits on your bedroom dresser.
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Russian, writer, book quote from The Brothers Karamazov
“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within.
An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.”
“If ever a time should come, when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in Government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin.”
Born to no religion
I create my own
faith in pen
prayers to imagination
I worship
the human body and soul
entities never to be
fully understood
never loved enough
born to no religion
I still believe
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©MidwestFantasy
March 2019
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When the wind moves through trees on my morning stroll
I hear the breeze calling, a longing within my soul
‘Come, write what you hear me playing, let the words
float free like I do on a brisk sunny day.’
When I’m in my sacred garden down on my knees
with yearning fingers caressing lush fertile earth
I watch playful geckos dancing on the garden wall,
and in their graceful moves a poem will emerge.
When the mockingbird sings high in the lone tree,
I know he sings not at all for me, but still-
what bliss to revel in his elusive melody
and while away hours listening to his trill.
In these simple tasks I’m dreaming my life away
my mind is always swirling with stanzas unfurling
as I waltz to a symphony of music always playing
in my grateful poet’s heart on a fine…
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blossoms awaken
delights of seasonal scents
wonders of nature
moonbeams take notice
piercing the velvety fog
wonders of nature
wonders of nature
the earth mother’s pride and joy
we must protect her
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© 2018-2019 – Franci Eugenia Hoffman
About Franci Eugenia Hoffman – I have held various positions in the insurance industry for over 20 years. I have been rewarded both professionally and personally due to results from taking responsibility and hard work. My fulfillment comes from the promotion of others.
I began writing for my own entertainment in 2015. My blogs-BrewNSpew (Coffee-break Scuttlebutt) and ThusNSuch (poems, autumn and so it goes)
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“The Earth created magic to protect the magic that is the Earth.”
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I like writing poems
I write one every day
‘Cos there’s lots in life to write about
and it’s nice to have a say
I’ll write about the sunshine
and I’ll write about the sea
I’ll write about ‘most anything
and sometimes simply me
I have words describing places
and the music that I hear
and the people that I daily meet
and sometimes share a beer
So I’m sure to always have to hand
a book and yes, a pen
‘Cos words can come at any time
and I’m never certain when
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“Life in Words” was first published on Jemverse on 29 January 2016
The Reluctant Poet 