Pieces

"I was born for this"

I woke up this morning and felt the gentle embrace of the early morning sunbeams cascading through my open window.

I woke up this morning believing these beautiful rays of light were created just for me.

I woke up this morning believing they were made to wrap their warmth securely around me to help me conquer whatever life throws my way.

I woke up this morning with an unwipeable smile splashed across my lips that will help me add a little light in this dark world.

I woke up this morning and thought, “I am not afraid.”

I woke up this morning and said to myself, “Good morning, beautiful.”

I woke up this morning and said, “I am enough!”

I woke up this morning, like every other morning.

I woke up this morning... ME!

"Making Memories"

I sit there patiently waiting to begin
Pink, Purple, Yellow
Bright and tiny cups with saucers
Miniature spoons used to stir her tea

Dainty pieces of plastic cake waiting to be enjoyed
Doilies line each plate
She puts all the pieces perfectly in place
“Don’t drink it yet,” her tiny voice proclaims

Sugar bowl, tea pot, cream container
Each filled endlessly to the brim
“MMMmmmmm” rings out harmoniously
We aren’t just drinking tea

"The Phone Rang"

I watched as my mother collapsed.

I watched as tears poured from her eyes and drenched the frigid black & white tile floor.

I watched her struggle between gasps of breath, drowning.

I stood motionless.

I left her and stood in the living room, alone.

I stood trying to understand but her words were still so unclear.

I heard nothing but whimpers and moans.

I stood there waiting.

The minutes dragged on like hours..

Finally, I understood a few words.

They felt so meaningless:

why, how, lost, alone

I stood there wondering.

Time stopped.  

Everything stopped.

Until I heard it, the words that slid from my mother’s lips that made everything so clear.

I stood there crying.

I can’t believe he’s gone…

How could he pull the trigger?

"I am waiting"

I am waiting for this to be natural

I am waiting to no longer be scared

I am waiting for love to grow inside my heart and never fade away

I am waiting for the moment when I see myself in your eyes;
the moment I feel comfortable knowing you are mine

I am waiting for the moment when you utter the words, "I love you mommy"
and I feel something, rather than nothing inside.

(Sidenote:  I can not tell you how great it feels to not have these feelings any longer; although, I can say I still see a glimmer of that cloud there once in awhile, I can without a doubt I feel a million times better than I ever have before.)

(All for Creative Writing Poetry)