Validation Celebration

They hug you and pat you on the back,
they tell you, “everything will be okay”,
but they don’t base that on a fact,
it’s just the thing they need to say.

Those uttered predictions do not console,
as they float on the wind with no cloud.
They need substance binding it to hold,
so that soft empathic words become loud.

Validation will become tangible,
when every dog has his day,
and your morning becomes lovable,
and you can finally sing, “Hurray!”.

When you hear the puzzle piece click into place,
and the truth rises to the top,
you erupt with a smile on your face,
knowing that your worried thoughts will stop.

You are out of the murky algae-doomed ocean.
and you now see the moon turn blue,
you allow yourself the range of emotion,
that defies how others know you.

You persevered because you cared,
you felt worthy of personal elevation.
You pushed along, while others feared,
it is validation worthy of celebration.

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Of Course I Remember You

Of course I remember you,
how could you ever say that?
How could I ever forget?
Of course I remember you!

You dominate my daytime thoughts,
and re-emerge in the nightdreams shorts,
closing my eyes only gives me more light
my tears only add more colors so bright.

You are always in front of my face,
your smell is the only thing I can taste,
you don’t just smell like any other girl,
this is you, your scentprint to the world.

Your fluffy golden hair, I remember it all
in wavy cascades, how it falls
over your shoulders, down your back
full of life, that glistening stack.

All the times you changed your shampoo,
your scent is still a combination of you
nothing ever changes if you try a new style
you are always mine, throughout all of time.

Your fingers I would recognize even in the dark,
your unique shape is obvious, so stark.
I know your fingernails, and your moves of grace,
that little brown spot in the corner of your face.

I know the way your eyes sometimes squint,
when you have something you want to hint,
the corners of your mouth scrunch and twirl,
into a little rosebud, waiting to unfurl.

Your mischievous little mind always taking a trip,
never waiting for someone to let you slip.
You stand strong because I taught you well,
you use all of your genetic protective shell.

How can I forget you, my beautiful child,
you know you are just like me, child of mine,
your birthday is another marker in time for you and me.
when I stand tall alongside you, wherever you may be.

Sleep

Sleep is a blessed treasure,
a gift of priceless pleasure,
but horrific when interrupted,
with dreams that are haunted.

It has immeasurable importance,
worth every ounce of pursuance.
Sleep recalibrates my engine
rewires my brainy region.

It clears up my thoughts
without thinking it, nought,
Sleep finds me the solution,
and clears up any confusion.

Yet it remains to be out of reach,
beyond a simple prayer’s beseech,
my sleep cannot be chemically induced,
behold, another insomniac on the loose!

Home is where the Mother is

Home is where the mother is,
with her makeup and her gowns,
and her moods and her frowns.

Home is where the mother cooks,
your favorite comfort food,
and takes care of the family brood.

Home is where the mother sings,
her native morning song,
and reminds you to hurry along.

Home is where the mother makes
The only soup you would eat,
Even in the summer heat.

Home is where your mother rests,
her peace gives you comfort too,
Your Mother is there for you.

If you have to travel far,
Or just think it in your head,
You wouldn’t have it any other way instead.