THERESA FORD - POEMS
When human beings experience trama or life stressors it is not uncommon for their lives to unravel. My passion is to bring a touch of healing and peace through my writings, We as a group need to b reminded that we do not have to go through issues alone someone understands.
I write with a stream of consciousness so as to stay real and truthful. Knowing that no one style of writing is key for all individuals therefore, i draw from experience to endeavor all genre.
As i am a veteran, mom, wife and lover of all life it helps me to write as if i am sitting next to the child, adult or families.
If you feel anything by way of emotion or food for thought then my purpose as been achieved.
Theresa Ford (MommaT) #1love
Long time coming
Summer's engine winding down
Grass stops growing, leaves turn brown
Close the pool, put bikes away
Football season starts today!
Pupils dilate, brain goes south
Shovel chips from bowl to mouth
Wash'em down with icy beer
Listen to the home crowd cheer
Wife comes in. "I'm going out."
"yeah. Whatever. Fine," I shout
Halfway through the halftime show
Wife returns with boyfriend Joe
Sneaks him past me up the stairs
To our room where... Ah, who cares?
I've got bigger fish to fry
Lions, Packers, Bears, oh my
Find the game on Channel Two
Wife's in doorway, hair askew
"Joe and I are leaving town."
Ref just signaled... Yes! First down!
"Kids are coming too," she states
QB comes to line and waits
"Yeah. Whatever, Fine," I say
"Can't talk now. Important play."
On my way to take a pee
Something is amiss, I see
Closet door was left ajar
In the driveway: just one car
Clothing strewn 'cross bedroom floor
Nothing in wife's bureau drawer
Lipstick scrawl on mirror glass:
"Football season? Kiss my a..!"
What would prompt such deep chagrin?
What indeed? I scratch my chin
Maybe I should treat her kinder?
Maybe I should go and find her...
Tragedy and heartache looming
Check my watch. The game's resuming
Score is tied, the ball gods beckon
Gotta stay the course, I reckon
Thirty minutes' worth of plays
Then I'll change my errant ways
Bill and coo and wine and dine her
Buy my gal her own recliner!
Do Not be afraid of yourself
As I try to understand life
Believing that we all go through strife
Considering the different paths we walk
Do yourself a favor and stop all the talk
Emotions run high
Finding you need to stop the urge
Gaining your perspective so hope can emerge
Have faith in the unknown
Identify the overblown
Just ignore those so called cure-all's
Kindly remember his wake-up calls
Let's back track a minute
Memories are perfect tools
Notably allowing you to understand rules
Open the flood gates to your heart
Please pay attention know that you're smart
Quietly moving through this maze
Readily aware that life's in disarray
Strut on down that road less traveled
Take off those restraints that you've always battled
Undefined gifts are there to discover
Virtually in your sight you just need to uncover
Worrying about your past, present, future
Xerography will only cause conjecture
Yes this is my feeling I truly believe
Zoetic is always the way to proceed
Check and Balance
Being in touch with feelings
Concerned for the few
Does not remove top billing
Elimination of self-renewal
Foreboding causes hesitation
Let emotions on their own untangle
Mention you feel afraid
Nonetheless due to the holes you mangled
Opening up the bulging flood gates
Places in the heart peeking through
Very quietly see that you're growing
Wondrously relinquishing oh so tight reins
Xultations at surrendering that anchor you're towing
You await those road less traveled paved lanes
Zen to your Yang as always is saving grace
MOMMA (Please Listen)
I have to tell you this.
You didn't fail. Not even a little.
YOU ARE NOT A HORRIBLE MOTHER!
You didn't choose this. You didn't want this to happen. You didn't do anything wrong. It just happened. To you. Even though everything within you was screaming no, no, no, no.
God didn't do this to punish you, smite you, or to teach you a lesson. That is not God's way. You could not have prevented this if you tried harder, prayed harder, or were a "better" person. Nor if you are better, loved harder, yoga-ed more, did x,y, or z to the nth degree-fill in the blank with any other lie your mind devises.
No, there is nothing more you could have done. And you are the best mother there is because you would have done absolutely anything to keep your child alive. To breathe your last breath instead. That is the ultimate kind of love.
You are the ultimate kind of mother!!
So wash your hands of any naysayers, betrayers, or those who sprinted in the other direction when you needed them most. Anyone whose words or looks have implied this was somehow your fault. This will never be your fault, no matter how many different ways someone tries to tell you it was.
Especially if that someone happens to be you!!!
Sometimes it's your own inner voice that shoves you into the darkest corner of despair, like an abuser, telling you over and over and over again you failed as a mother. Convincing you if only this and what if that. Saying you coulda, shoulda done this or that so your child would not have died.
DO NOT BELIEVE IT, NOT EVEN FOR A SECOND!!!!
YOU ARE THE BEST DAMN MOTHER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!
No one else could do what you do. No one else could carry this unrelenting burden as courageously.
There is no one, no one, no one who could ever, ever replace you. No one. You were chosen to be my mother. Yes--chosen. You have a sacred strength.
You are the mother of all mothers!!!!!!
So breathe, mama. Believe, mama. Fight mama, you did not fail not even a little.
For what it's worth, I see you.It takes invincible strength to mother a child that you can no longer, hold, see, touch, or hear.
You are a superhero mama!!!!!!!
The truth is, you haven't failed at all. In fact, just the opposite. You are truly, the most inspiring, courageous, loving mother there is-a warrior mama through and through.
YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF ALL MOTHERS, FOR EVEN IN DEATH, YOU LOVINGLY MOTHER YOUR PRECIOUS CHILD STILL!!!!!!!!
Job=Bribery or Best Applicant
Inspired by the 'digital' innovations...
Placed in the traffic of technical invasions
After his hard earned education...
Man sets out to his ambitious mission
He discovers "Stigmas" that often haunt..
Confronted with authoritative people who tend to taunt!
Discouraged but still looking...
Realizes "Jobs" are on the basis of advance booking
High recommendations in a firm
Leaves common applicants in a squirm
Skilled professionals take a back seat
Pay money to get a job - It's a defeat!
The dream job cruise is never smooth sail
The pace may be violent and makes man frail
The virus of society-multi-level corruption
Affects the changing face of generations
Money-minded society - skills exists ...
Young talented minds can't resist
Facing atrocity that wreaks a sluggish economy
Peace filled with tears - a false harmony!
"Fight bribery" - the voices are low
Mostly spoken so no will know