Monday morning Mother's blues
Do you know how hard I try each day
To see light and find my way
Its clear to me its an awful thing
To never hear this child sing
I push the chair along the walk
Its quiet since he cannot talk
He goes to school inside his bus
Alone not like the rest of us
With nurse, and aid, and special lift
The few who see his special gift
He is gone and then I face my home
Its cold and I feel all alone
The stress of never having enough
It's exhausting to always have it so tough
And when the mail comes here each day
I wish that it would go away
I know it adds to the big giant hole
Which hurts my heart deep into my soul
I am tired but trying to make it all go
and Negative factors keep pushing me low
Why is harder for those have less
Less based on sickness, disability, stress
Today I have zero, quite honestly none
Then I pray and I notice that HEY, there's the sun
Pick up the phone, call the doctor, begin
The daily ordeal I am trying to win
He needs my strength, needs my heart, needs my love
There is no one out there, except God up above
Who can help get us through this merciless storm
and Keep oil coming, keep us all warm
Remember please if I have reached out to you
Its because I love deeply and don't know what to do
I have three special children deserving of life
But one who is faced with such physical strife
Think of the mothers, like me, all alone
Sipping coffee and fearing to answer that phone
Waiting to hear the sound of his bus
So he will be home with the rest of us
And when he is here, in my arms, in my sight
I remember full on why I always must fight.
Julie Hasselberger
October 16, 2013
On a particularly hard morning.
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excerpt from "Let me tell you about special mothers"
Let me tell you
about special mothers
For they are
mothers like no others
While most boys
are kicking footballs
Their sons are
watching through gaps in brick walls
They sit in
silence watching this
Which is the
opposite of bliss
Yet still they
have to see all this.
But the thing
about these special mothers
That really makes
them like no others
Is that while
most parents listen for a lie
These mothers are
watching… their children die
They sit in
silence watching this
Which is the
opposite of bliss
Yet still, they
have to see all this.
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Traffic
Light
© Linda Grantham
This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams and all my fears
They all speed past my listening ears.
I close my eyes to block it out
But inside my head they rush about.
I take a breath to slow it down
But upon my face appears a frown.
My heart beats fast
But my breathing slows.
I breath in life
Then out it goes.
My bodies numb
Yet I feel my tears.
I've lost count of the days
The months and the years.
This traffic light
Inside my head.....
I'm scared of the day
When it turns red.
Come
Touch His Cheek
© Gary Shulman
This child of mine
you stare at so,
Please come closer so you will know
Just who my child is and what I see
when those sweet eyes stare back at me
I see no limits to my child’s life
Although I know
It will be filled with strife,
I’m hoping that doors will open each day
I’m praying that kindness
will come his way
You look frightened?
You tremble with fear?
Come, come closer
touch him my dear
Touch his cheek so soft
so sweet
Be one of those people
he needs to meet
Someone who will look
and hopefully see
The skill, the talent
The ability
Please come closer
You don’t have to speak
Come a little closer
Just touch his cheek
And when you do
you will see
this sweet, sweet child
is no different
than you or me