Special Mother’s Day Edition: Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day weekend everyone! I hope you have special plans to celebrate your Mom. Trust me she deserves it! I can honestly say that I have learned two very important things in life.

1. You never stop needing your Mom, no matter your age.

2. After having kids, you will appreciate your Mom more than ever.

You won’t stop needing your Mom, ever. At least as far as my experience goes. When things goes bad in life, I want my Mom to hear me cry. When things goes right in life, I want to tell my Mom how great it is. You want to hear your Mom is proud of you, that constant reassurance that someone no matter what is always on your side cheering you on.

Being a Mom is just about loving your kids unconditionally. That’s it. Just love ’em and tell them that every chance you get. And to the kids out there, just love your Mom. Forgive her for her shortfalls because believe me she did the best she could. There isn’t one perfect Mom I know… we get tired, frustrated, angry, but I know we are all doing the best we can to give everything to our kids.

So to my Mom whom I know will be reading this not knowing I am writing this. Thank you for being a great Mom! I consider myself lucky to have you. I know if and when I needed you, you would do your best to help me the best you could. Thank you for loving my sons equally as much (maybe more… haha) as me and for spoiling them as you do. I know one day when they’re older they will look back on all the gingerbread cookies and think fondly of those memories. Over the years I know we’ve maybe not always seen eye to eye, but I want you to know that I will always love you and appreciate you for everything you have done. Being a mother is the hardest and greatest gift in the world and now that I am a mother I see you always did the best you could to give me a great life.

To my mother in law whom I’m sure will also be surprised to be reading this… thank you for raising a wonderful son. The reason my life is great is because one day he was kind enough to invite me to come hangout  with him, my brother and their friends. His kind heart is the reason we became best friends and eventually fell in love. Thank you for always supporting me and being there. Our boys are so lucky have a Nana who cares so deeply for them.

To my two special little boys Dylan and Ethan… thank you for making me a Mom to two of the best. Dylan, in the three years we’ve had together you have challenged me, pushed me to be a better person but more so you have simply filled my life with such joy. I love that you are full of such energy and life; that you are so driven to accomplish things or should I simply say you’re stubborn. I secretly love the fact that you challenge me, argue with me and are set in your ways because I know it means you won’t take shit from anyone and won’t stop short of reaching all your goals… I admire that about you. I also admire your kind heart for it is filled with so much love. You are always sharing food or toys with all those around you and you show such compassion when someone is upset. I hope you keep that sensitivity to spread kindness to the world around you. To my sweet little Ethan… we’ve only had six months together and already I see your sweet soft nature. You are my happy-go-lucky little man and your sweetness fills my heart. I can’t wait for each day ahead to see more and more of your personality come out. Your cute smile is unmatched in this world.

To all the Moms out there… Happy Mother’s Day. Though every day you are and should be celebrated… you created, carried, birthed, loved,  nourished, protected, kissed and hugged us. That is more than anyone could ask for. So make sure all of you out there, take time for your Moms this weekend. That’s all she ever wants… just your time. Presents, flowers will never ever come close to just being with you or hearing your voice if you can’t be together. Never take her for-granted!

Happy, happy, happy Mother’s Day!

❤ Melissa

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Poetry Friday – Beacon

Mary&DaveWed-473Happy Friday, once again! Hope you had a great week. I’ve been busy trying to put the final edits on my poem Beacon. This the one about my son I mentioned a few weeks ago to you. It has been difficult writing it because it took a total different direction than I was expecting. I had an idea in my mind of what I wanted to say in the poem, but when it came down to writing it all that I could get out was clichés. Some where in the middle of it, I just trusted the words and let the poem take over. Consequently it took the change it needed to and I managed to finish it. I probably could obsess over each word forever, but I feel confident enough in what I wrote to share with you all today. This poem is my small attempt to explain how I feel about my son, but in reality no words could ever come close to expressing my love for him. His innocence and purity refreshes me and his sweet smile melts my heart, every single day. My only hope is he grows up knowing how much he is loved by me and all those around him. Without further ado, I present, “Beacon”. Enjoy! I’d love to hear your comments and feedback. Take care!

❤ Melissa

*Photo credit: Wink Photography 


Beacon

Surrounding darkness sinking in my skin
piercing my vacant heart,
silence unbearable,
loneliness insurmountable.
Until the day arrives,
I am encapsulated by your light.

Your beacon consumes me
bathing me in warmth,
never before felt.
Forever drawn to your glow,
every step illuminated in your presence.
The shadows that hung heavy on my heart
banished by your enveloping beam.

I never tire of the tiny reflection
fueling my now boundless courage.
Your purity carries me infinitely
for the strength of your cast
never dulls, never slows.
Forever blind
until your beacon sighted me.


Poetry Friday – Delay

robert-frostHappy Friday once again my friends. I felt like it was time to share another poem with you. I just finished completing the final edit of it. My favorite work to edit is my poetry because there is a feeling I get when I find that perfect word with great depth that just makes the poem speak. It is powerful to use so little words and be able to communicate so much. I never feel frustrated working on my poetry, but rather a sense of calm comes over me. Not like when I edit my novels, but that’s a blog for a different today. Today is about poetry and more specifically a poem about the power of physical love, of living in the moment, not fearing the quickly fading future. Please read and enjoy! As always, I love to hear your comments or for you to share your poems with me. Thank you for taking the time to visit. Please take a moment this weekend to live in the now, relish it, own it, all too quickly it has passed and will fade. 

Happy weekend!

❤ Melissa


 Delay

You cannot force it away,
resistance slowly defeated.
That I cannot face today
will approach in tomorrow.
Our perishable minds,
fading with time.
Don’t whisper thoughtful words
of forever remembrance.
Memories inevitably
slip into oblivion.
Even sacred moments
succumb to the abandon
and disappear.
As this evening’s sun exhales
its last breath of dusk,
do not waste yours
with promises of eternity.
Inhale the scent of my vanilla skin,
taste the salt off my collar-bone,
in these moments
our vanishing forever,
let’s delay tomorrow.


Poem Rewrite: “History” New and Improved

Hi everyone. Hope you had a great week. Here we are again, poetry Friday- Revision and Edit Note Edition. Last week I posted the original version of my poem, “History“. I spent the past week updating it to what I like to think is a much better version and as good as I can make it at this point. There were a lot of repetitive words like “that”, “when”, “and”,  as well as unnecessary words such as, “thinking of days before”, “simply forgotten”,”you are the historic”. To write great poetry, the useless words need to be cut out. Every word should have some importance to the imagery of the poem. “Simply forgotten” and “you are the historic” were much too obvious statements and hit the reader over the head with the message of the poem, which really is just bad poetry. It is implied throughout the poem the narrator is having difficulty writing about the emotions. Those emotions I had in my mind while I wrote it directly relates to a bad break up. At the end of the poem, ‘the historic’ is never recorded, so telling the reader they are ‘simply forgotten’ is redundant.

The next editing I did was to remove some confusing lines, such as, “I need a drink so I drown myself in water…”. These lines did not make sense upon review because during this part of the poem the narrator is expressing though much time passes they are still unable to write their feelings down. Though ‘drinking until you drown’ would take some time I didn’t feel I could portray this clear enough to keep it in the poem. So I deleted it. 

I don’t want to dissect this poem so much that I take the enjoyment of reading the new and improved version away from you, the reader. With that, I give the 2014 version of “History”. Please read, enjoy and feel free to leave me comments on how you like the new version. 

As always… thank you for reading and for sharing. Happy Friday! 

❤ Melissa


History

With the last breath of day
the fall of night,
I write history.
Falling into poetic release,
I am the historian.

My weakness for solitude
prevails in the night air
as I turn to liquid ink.
Succumbing to passage of unconscious thought
hoping upon revival
answers will be inked.
Though I walk this endless trail,
I am still lost in liquid ink.
Though a million years pass,
I am still lost in liquid ink.
Knowing I possess the immortality
dripping from my finger-tips,
history written.
I am the historian knowing no history
you, the historic,
never recorded.
History.