Tuesday, November 04, 2008


This is a very personal poem, something I wrote when I was bursting with tears. I fear that the emotion I felt at the time cannot be aptly portrayed through my words, but I hope I can share a tiny sliver.

You say we are not family
But do you mean it?
Can you spend a day not worrying
If your children are safe?

The home we made
Seems like a prison to you
But it is my solace
The place where I find family
But you say we are not your family

Who am I to you, Mamma?
Am I simply some child?
Am I a burden in your arms?
Are you forced to love me
Because we are bound by blood?

I love you despite your words
I beg you, I kneel, I cry
For you to feel in your heart
My ever flowing love
But I am not your family

Then how can you feel the peace 
That i feel when I come home
To have three people I can readily
Give my life for
That I can always lean on
That are a part of my being
Yet, you know not this family

And without you
We are simply people
Waiting for the missing beat
That you took away

Each in our own way 
Love you unconditionally
Can you not love us? 


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry