Poems today, just because I am a person of written words to ease my fears

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