A Psalm

Jesus hear my prayer

My heart is shattered, broken

I need you, oh how I need you

Fill me with your love.

 

Jesus hear my prayer

Deliver me from my sorrow

Take these tears of mine

Replace them with hope.

 

Jesus hear my prayer

In my darkest hour

I cannot bear this alone

My heart hurts so.

 

Jesus hear my prayer.

Only you can save me

I pour my heart out to you

Your holy arms I seek.

 

Jesus hear my prayer

Hear my plea

Take this broken soul

Wash it clean.

 

Jesus hear my prayer.

Twas the Week Before Christmas

I pulled this from the archives of my old mommy blog, The Scoop on Poop. It still makes me laugh because it is still so true today. Oh the joys of parenting a child with ADHD/Mood Disorder!

T’was the week before Christmas and all through the house

The children were rumbling and tumbling about.

One by one they were duct taped to the chimney with care

With high hopes that Santa has some patience to share.

 

Daddy out cabbing, and I with some wine

Had just settled down with a good story line

When out from the hallway there arose such a muck

I ran up the stairs and it was just my luck

When what to my bewildered eyes I find

My daughter simply going out of her mind.

 

One by one, the presents she shook

Her eyes slanting and staring and giving a look

With glistening presents lying here and there

She shrieked “Where is mine? It isn’t fair!

All these gifts under the Christmas tree,

Tell me, why, oh why, isn’t there one for me?”

 

Her eyes how they crinkled, her lips such a pout

A tantrum was coming, oh yes, no doubt.

The whole house shook as she screamed out my name

My joints, how they popped and crackled in pain

I wrestled down that preteenage angst

So much like a toddler with ants in her pants

“Relax my dear child,” I say with concern

“You’ve still got time from the naughty list to turn.

Be nice to your brothers and stop screaming at me

And you might just get that Playstation 3!”

 

Her shock she swallowed in cheer-filled delight

As she muttered softly to herself, “I’m tired, goodnight.”

As to her bed like a racecar she flies

I opened my window and let out a cry

With all of my might, I gave a great shout of good cheer

“Merry Christmas to all and a very Happy New Year!”

Falling to Pieces

He stands there, stoic and bold.

Naked, he shivers in the cold.

Slowly he buds, now dressed in green.

His beauty now he does preen.

The wind with her whispers that flow right through

Entrance him with the kiss of a lover true.

All summer long with the sun he plays

Shaking his leaves, catching her rays.

Ere too long, the wind finds out

And whips his cheating heart about.

One by one, his leaves they fall

In a burst of flaming color, his vintage call.

They fall to earth like puzzle pieces

His love, his life, his beauty ceases.

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This week’s 100 Word Song was chosen by moi. My long time love affair with Faith No More’s talented lead singer, Mike Patton, led me to chose the creative “Falling to Pieces.” This is my take on it.

I’m not a poet, though I write it occasionally. I’d still love to get your feedback. Please share your thoughts in a comment before you leave.

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You

It’s hard to think of anything else

When all I want is you.

What happened to us?

We used to be so close.

Now we seem to be set adrift

Two ships passing in the bay

Our lives running concurrent

Yet so very far apart.

 

Have you forgotten me?

It seems as if you have.

My heart aches so much harder

So much longer than it ever has before.

How do we get us back

Lost in this sea of kids

Of work and financial strife.

 

I miss us.

I miss the little things

That meant so very much.

I miss your arms,

Wrapped tight around me,

Making me feel safe and secure.

 

I miss my best friend

Talking and laughing

And sharing, and caring.

I hate how I feel let down

Unloved, disrespected, ignored.

 

How many more tears will fall

Before you see

How much this abyss between us

Is tormenting me?

 

All I want is

Me and You

Body, soul, and mind.

 

Where did you go?

Can we get us back?

 

I love you.

Of Fairies and Fireflies

Sitting on the rocks by the cemetery
Reading the ancient runes
“You are like Merlin” the wise one said
“Relearning what you already knew.”

Waiting for that instance
When darkness meets the light
Waiting for that twinkle
That says the fairies are a-flight.

Sitting on the rocks by the cemetery
My child by my side
We await that twilight hour
When the fairies and fireflies collide.

Don’t tell me to quiet, hush, or desist
As my imagination will conceive
All the wonders in store for me
In the land of Make Believe.

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Two prompts were given this week. Here’s my response to #2: Make Believe.

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