One
little girl all dressed in pink
With sunshine in her smile
And moonbeams in her hair.
Words fall heavily from her pencil
To grace the pages of her life.
Two
Little children running in the yard
The second one a short and stocky little boy
with a mischievous smile
And dancing eyes as black as coal.
Hands are callused and raw
As he strums the song his feet tap to.
Three
Siblings swim in the pool
Each take turns giving the third a ride on their back.
With laughter for his grey-blue eyes
And an infectious energy
His screams for joy bring a smile
To the faces of everyone in his life.
Four
Siblings have their pictures taken in the backyard
Three sit still with grins like sunshine, mischief and pure joy
While number four squirms.
First here, then there
Running about everywhere.
Not a care in the world.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I Miss My Brother
Yeah. That's it. I find that out of all the people in my life who have been there for me and helped me succeed the one I am missing more than ever right now is my brother. My wonderful, young, impulsive, crazy, frustrating, infuriating, funny, little brother who is not so little any more. Sometimes when I am ignoring and being ignored by my roommate I remember all those times I would get in trouble at home and my brother was there. The wonderful thing about siblings is that they are always on your side even in the face of your parents. I wish I had an ally like that. Someone that no matter what would be on my side and make me laugh. Make me feel better.
Today in class we talked about social economic status and how it can really impact the way my students are in class. All I could think about were the times we went without water, or what it felt like to have our first computer, or how Santa seemed even more magical because there was no doubt in our minds that mom could not afford it. The wonderful thing about my life is that despite all of those things I am in college. I am making something of myself. I did speak up in class. I said that the most powerful thing I can do for the poor kids in my class is tell them that they can do anything they want to as long as they work for it. That the sky is the limit and it all starts here. My mom did that for me and that is why I am here. I hope that I am a good example of what hard work can do for all of my little brothers but especially for Nick. I hope he knows the sky is the limit and that school is the first step. I hope he knows he can have anything. I hope he knows I love him and I miss him. I hope he knows I will always be there for him. Every time I get an assignment to write a lesson plan I think about what his teachers could have done to engage him more, to make learning more fun and to show him he could do anything because he is so smart. In someways he is much more perceptive than me. I want to be the best teacher for kids like him. And like Jason. And like Jamie. And maybe even even like Cody.
I love you little brother.
Today in class we talked about social economic status and how it can really impact the way my students are in class. All I could think about were the times we went without water, or what it felt like to have our first computer, or how Santa seemed even more magical because there was no doubt in our minds that mom could not afford it. The wonderful thing about my life is that despite all of those things I am in college. I am making something of myself. I did speak up in class. I said that the most powerful thing I can do for the poor kids in my class is tell them that they can do anything they want to as long as they work for it. That the sky is the limit and it all starts here. My mom did that for me and that is why I am here. I hope that I am a good example of what hard work can do for all of my little brothers but especially for Nick. I hope he knows the sky is the limit and that school is the first step. I hope he knows he can have anything. I hope he knows I love him and I miss him. I hope he knows I will always be there for him. Every time I get an assignment to write a lesson plan I think about what his teachers could have done to engage him more, to make learning more fun and to show him he could do anything because he is so smart. In someways he is much more perceptive than me. I want to be the best teacher for kids like him. And like Jason. And like Jamie. And maybe even even like Cody.
I love you little brother.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Of Love and Writing
There once was a time
when I thought
true love would never be mine.
I believed the loves I would have
would be sparse and fleeting.
Then I met you
and I was wrong.
You found me when I least expected
to fall in love.
And when I thought our love couldn't survive in this world
You created for us a new world.
A world where we were stronger
than fear
or hate
or the shadows we all fear
deep inside our hearts.
A world where we could face all our demons
and conquer all our fears.
A world where ultimate happiness
and love
could be found in a grove of lilacs.
A world where I could give us both
a second chance
and fix all our wounds.
A world where you could make anything possible
with the scribble of your pen.
So now my pen scribbles back to you
about this world of ours that you created
and about the greatest love of my life.
I am in love with an extraordinary man.
You are
my best friend,
my comfort when I stumble,
my strength when I lose heart.
You are the person who keeps me going
even at the darkest of times.
Thank you for everything you have done
and all you do for me.
when I thought
true love would never be mine.
I believed the loves I would have
would be sparse and fleeting.
Then I met you
and I was wrong.
You found me when I least expected
to fall in love.
And when I thought our love couldn't survive in this world
You created for us a new world.
A world where we were stronger
than fear
or hate
or the shadows we all fear
deep inside our hearts.
A world where we could face all our demons
and conquer all our fears.
A world where ultimate happiness
and love
could be found in a grove of lilacs.
A world where I could give us both
a second chance
and fix all our wounds.
A world where you could make anything possible
with the scribble of your pen.
So now my pen scribbles back to you
about this world of ours that you created
and about the greatest love of my life.
I am in love with an extraordinary man.
You are
my best friend,
my comfort when I stumble,
my strength when I lose heart.
You are the person who keeps me going
even at the darkest of times.
Thank you for everything you have done
and all you do for me.
Another Day of Rest
I didn't have much to do today either so I spent most of my day laying on my bed watching TV and reading for class tomorrow. The only productive things I did were reading, cooking supper and paying rent. I decided today to cut my roommate out of my internet life. I am no longer her friend on Facebook or following her on Twitter. We still haven't really spoken. As much as possible I even refuse to be in the same room as her. It feels nice to be able to separate myself from her as much as possible. She did talk to me today. It was to ask me what I was cooking in the oven and if I was going to cook anything else. I rather like that in the past 2 weeks now that has been about the extent of our conversation. It feels good to not feel like I have to have anything to do with her at all.
Some may feel like this is rather cowardly and that I am running away but honestly I just hate her. Every time she speaks I want to yell "Shut up Bitch. No one Fucking cares what you think." It is better if I just stay away from her. I will celebrate the day I never have to see her again.
I know this behavior is probably very worrying to Garret and to my mom but I just give up. I can no longer pretend. So I won't.
School is going good. I got my first and second paper back. I got a B- on my Poetry paper and a C on my paper for Content Lit. I hope that the rest of my grades are as good or better. I am pretty happy with my B-. The professor is a rather hard grader so its nice to have done ok. Hopefully this next one will go better. I wish my Content Lit paper was better but a C isn't too bad. The professor commented on it saying that she would have liked to see more. I'm not really sure how much more there could be? The assignment was to write an autobiography of my literacy but that is such a broad subject. How am I to know what is important and what isn't?
Reading and writing have become my life, my power, my strength. How does someone explain how the importance came about? It is something that is such a part of my whole being that I'm not sure how I can separate myself from it and look at it in such a way.
Some may feel like this is rather cowardly and that I am running away but honestly I just hate her. Every time she speaks I want to yell "Shut up Bitch. No one Fucking cares what you think." It is better if I just stay away from her. I will celebrate the day I never have to see her again.
I know this behavior is probably very worrying to Garret and to my mom but I just give up. I can no longer pretend. So I won't.
School is going good. I got my first and second paper back. I got a B- on my Poetry paper and a C on my paper for Content Lit. I hope that the rest of my grades are as good or better. I am pretty happy with my B-. The professor is a rather hard grader so its nice to have done ok. Hopefully this next one will go better. I wish my Content Lit paper was better but a C isn't too bad. The professor commented on it saying that she would have liked to see more. I'm not really sure how much more there could be? The assignment was to write an autobiography of my literacy but that is such a broad subject. How am I to know what is important and what isn't?
Reading and writing have become my life, my power, my strength. How does someone explain how the importance came about? It is something that is such a part of my whole being that I'm not sure how I can separate myself from it and look at it in such a way.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Write Me
I got inspired by my own post. A new poem.
When all is lost
And Hope has runaway,
Write me.
Write me,
And I will be there
To renew your strength.
If you write of heartache,
I will show you love again.
If you write of fear,
I will show you light again.
If you write of grief,
I will show you how to smile again.
If you write,
I shall follow.
When all is lost
And Hope has runaway,
Write me.
Write me,
And I will be there
To renew your strength.
If you write of heartache,
I will show you love again.
If you write of fear,
I will show you light again.
If you write of grief,
I will show you how to smile again.
If you write,
I shall follow.
Slow Monday
It is Monday again, my faithful readers. Yay. I woke up fairly late and was not feeling good this morning so I kind of took it easy today. I ate breakfast laying in bed and then I watched some TV on my laptop and got dressed. I did get all of my homework done for tomorrow and after I got back from class tonight I got started on my homework for tomorrow. I didn't get very far cause I was also watching TV but that is only a minor drawback since I will be done with classes tomorrow at 11:20 and do not have to work after that. It will be nice to have a couple days to rest a little.
I didn't really do much today so I don't really have much to write. I also didn't do any writing today other than this. I know, bad, Dani, bad. That is ok though because I have no doubts that I will be inspired again soon. I have really enjoyed the number of new pieces I have been putting out. They have all been so unique and beautiful. I hope that it continues to go so well. Writing again makes me feel like me again. Like I am... I don't know how to describe it. It isn't power or confidence. It is something else. More like reassurance or a secret hope that no one else can see or touch. My poetry, all of my writing really, is such a part of me that I can't believe that I have neglected it for so long. That won't happen again. I am determined to write everyday and more than that if I can, even if it is just posting here. Writing has long been my passion. My air. I can't believe I ever forgot that for a second.
I didn't really do much today so I don't really have much to write. I also didn't do any writing today other than this. I know, bad, Dani, bad. That is ok though because I have no doubts that I will be inspired again soon. I have really enjoyed the number of new pieces I have been putting out. They have all been so unique and beautiful. I hope that it continues to go so well. Writing again makes me feel like me again. Like I am... I don't know how to describe it. It isn't power or confidence. It is something else. More like reassurance or a secret hope that no one else can see or touch. My poetry, all of my writing really, is such a part of me that I can't believe that I have neglected it for so long. That won't happen again. I am determined to write everyday and more than that if I can, even if it is just posting here. Writing has long been my passion. My air. I can't believe I ever forgot that for a second.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Unsung Song
Everything is changing
And I do not feel the same.
Spin me around
And around
Watch the moon beams light the dance floor.
See the flowers grow,
Smell the sweet lilac scent.
A kiss can be a portal
To any realm I want
Canada,
Poland,
Or maybe the lilac grove.
Yes, the lilac grove
Where my heart beats
Steady through the night
And the sharp objects, hidden out of sight
Throw the Oreo crumbs up in celebration
How about some cake?
The song that goes unsung
And the story keeps writing itself
Erasing each scratch I carry
With a hug like no other.
Carry me away
In your kiss
Kiss like a waterfall
Like a caress
Filled with a softness
Filled with a passion
Filled with a desire
Filled with comfort
Filled with love.
The universe finally meets the standards you set
Look no farther
Your dreams are knocking
Carry you away in them.
And I do not feel the same.
Spin me around
And around
Watch the moon beams light the dance floor.
See the flowers grow,
Smell the sweet lilac scent.
A kiss can be a portal
To any realm I want
Canada,
Poland,
Or maybe the lilac grove.
Yes, the lilac grove
Where my heart beats
Steady through the night
And the sharp objects, hidden out of sight
Throw the Oreo crumbs up in celebration
How about some cake?
The song that goes unsung
And the story keeps writing itself
Erasing each scratch I carry
With a hug like no other.
Carry me away
In your kiss
Kiss like a waterfall
Like a caress
Filled with a softness
Filled with a passion
Filled with a desire
Filled with comfort
Filled with love.
The universe finally meets the standards you set
Look no farther
Your dreams are knocking
Carry you away in them.
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