Mama

Mama

you give me the gift of sight when i can’t see,

you grant me the gift of sound when i can’t hear,

you offer me warmth when i can’t feel,

you present me with flavor when i can’t savor,

you bestow me with fragrance when i can’t perceive smell.

you bequeath me with wisdom when i don’t understand,

you offer me with direction when i don’t find my way,

you furnish me with details when i don’t comprehend,

you supply me with energy when i lose hope.

you support me even if i don’t ask you to,

you indulge me with love even if i don’t love you back,

you clothed me with kindness even if i am ungrateful,

you accommodate me all the time even if i always run away.

i don’t know what i have done to deserve you,

i don’t know what to do to repay you,

i don’t know what to say to express my gratitude,

all i know is you are always there for me no matter what and regardless of.

“Gone Too Soon” by Michelle Ayon Navajas

losing a baby by virtue of a miscarriage is something every mother would not want to experience. the pain. the tragedy. the agony. it’s inexplicable.

my poem “Gone Too Soon” explores the tragic tale of a mother losing a baby she wanted so badly.

thank you Barbara for publishing this poem and for making more rooms to the grief and agony of a mother who lost her baby.

kindly go to https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/gone-too-soon-by-michelle-ayon-navajas/ to read and feel the pain of a mother.

kindly take time to like the poem and leave your insights. you may wish to subscribe too to Masticadores to get daily updates of the wonderful pieces of literature published everyday from brilliant writers worldwide.

MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard

it wasn't planned, i know. but it doesn't mean i didn't want to, and that's the thing, do we really need to want something to have it? aren't we supposed to love it and want it all simultaneously when it's there? already there. and that's again the thing. before you knew it was there. it's gone. taken away. so suddenly. not a slight chance of survival was given. gone. too soon. and i didn't know it could hurt this much. until that last drop of hope is lost. last chance of opportunity is missed. how soon is too soon? how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden? oh, God, here i am trying to figure out where have i gone wrong? how did i not know? how did i not suspect? how did i not realize? may i borrow Taylor Swift's line and say "come on baby…

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Heaven

Heaven


if love is patient, i wonder how do you keep up waiting for me?
are you happy out there, papa, in heaven?


if love is kind, i wonder how do you stay amiable and cordial when you’re all alone?
are you having fun in the company of the angels papa, in heaven?


if love does not envy, i wonder how do you not get jealous of others being with their loved ones?
are you lonely somewhere, papa, in heaven?


if love does not boast, i wonder how do you talk with pride to angels above ’bout your princess back home?
are you proud of me in there, papa, in heaven?


love is not proud, rude, or self-seeking, i knew it was true, for you were the nicest, the kindest, even when you were about to go.


love is not easily angered and keeps no records of past mistakes; without a doubt, it’s true, for you had lovingly held me in your arms even when i went astray.


love does not delight in evil, for you made sure to drive all the evils away nor may come near me.


love rejoices in truth, for if you can’t be honest, you’d rather keep your silence; you were true to your words even’ ’til your last breath.


tell me, papa, is heaven really like what they say it is?


is it genuinely peaceful in there?


‘cos from where i am right now, chaos is everywhere.


i hope you’re happily enjoying reading your newspaper over a cup of hot brewed coffee.


i hope you’re having the best conversation with God almighty ’bout our world.


i hope you’re dancing merrily to the tune of Beatles’ “I’m Happy Just To Dance With You.”


but papa, don’t be happier; save your happiest dance for me when i see you in heaven.

for Sadje’s WDYS

Little Prince

Little Prince

i’ve always wanted a little prince who’d run around the house in glee
i’ve always wanted a boyish laugh that’d remind me how it is to have someone tough and strong defend you, willing to break their bone.

but i wonder what about the boys in a war-torn country
where they were forced to take arms and fight for freedom and equality
where they were forced to learn to pull the trigger instead of holding on to their mother’s loving arms?

then i wonder, how about the boys in the slums and streets
these boys lost in the loneliness and sadness of life’s harshest challenges
these boys lost in the shadows of what could have been’s and what if’s?

how about these boys with raw emotions and feelings and thoughts
how about these boys with dreams of becoming fine gentlemen someday
these boys with hopes of a better life, what about them?

then i pray for the little prince i could have had but went on to be somewhere else
lost in the battered pinnacle of their horrific dreams
endangered, nothing to hope for, nothing to dream.

i pray there won’t be any boys left in great danger.

for Sadje’s WDYS

Unannounced on SpillwordsNYC

my “Father’s Day” poem “Unannounced is up now in SpillwordsNYC.

👉Read the full poem in their site by clicking this      link or the link in my bio.
     https://spillwords.com/unannounced/

👉 and when you are there please don’t forget to leave a heart ❤ for me.

Here is an excerpt of the poem:

how do i mend my broken heart?
my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope?
every time i look at myself in the mirror
i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.

that broken piece of me you took away
i don’t blame you for that though
but i must say i hated you for leaving me
just like that.

unannounced.

Thank you Dagnara, Editor for publishing my poem

Family: To Be or Not To Be

Family: To Be or Not To Be

i am part of the DNA that binds a family together
but a huge part of me is not connected though
a father i have not really from the same blood
but had me as his own ’till his dying dawn
a mother i have not the one who carried me into her womb
but loved me as her own even in days i am doomed
siblings i have, no binding DNA’s attached
but adored me as nobody else’ did
as you can see we can be family
minus the scientific description
of what a family should be.

A family isn’t limited to parents and their biological children. The word “family” is a big word. It covers many other types of loving Families who are closely bound by their love and concern for one another.

Some families have one parent—either a mom or a dad. Some have both a mom and a dad. Others have two moms or two dads.

Some kids live in families with foster parents. They care for children when their biological parents cannot. Other parents choose to adopt children to love and care for.

Lots of people consider good friends to be part of their family.
Family members are often close. They feel they can depend on one another for caring guidance and support.

For David’s Weekly Prompt
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/15/w3-prompt-7-weave-written-weekly/

Gone Too Soon/Poetry Reading

Gone Too Soon

it wasn’t planned, i know. but it doesn’t mean i didn’t want to

and that’s the thing, do we really need to want something to have it?

aren’t we suppose to love it and want it all at the same time when it’s there?

 already there.

and that’s again the thing. before you knew it’s there. it’s gone.

taken away. so suddenly. not a slight chance of survival was given.

gone. too soon.

and i didn’t know it could hurt this much.

until that last drop of hope is lost. last chance of opportunity is missed.

how soon is too soon? how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden?

oh, God here i am trying to figure out, where have i gone wrong?

how did i not know? how did i not suspect? how did i not realize?

may i borrow Taylor Swift’s line and say

“come on baby come with me, we’re gonna fly away from here” to whom i will sing this now?

how am i gonna remember you anyway? how do you want me to call you my angel?

with tears in my eyes and blood oozing down my body, i write this.

to remember you. and be reminded of you.

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

i wish i could have been spared a little more time with you.

 ‘cos i sure would love to hold you close to my heart.

and if by then chance you will be taken away, at least,

at least maybe i have a clear remembrance of you.

and maybe, just maybe it won’t hurt this much. it won’t hurt so bad.

with a heavy heart, i wonder. how soon is too soon?

how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden? so this one’s a lullaby for you

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

Visit Me

Visit Me

i dream of you
in the early mornings of the days
when sunshine isn’t warm
and clouds isn’t dim
you’re playfully amazing
as i knew you would be
in your vague cute little face.

a vision of your smile
is all that i ever have
in my make believe nursery room
i would have built and designed
should you have
victoriously made it
out in this world
on your ninth month.

rest now my little angel
but visit me soon
anytime you want
and maybe then
you could stay longer
let me remember
the vagueness of your face
this time; clearer and distinct
visit me in the stillness of the night.

Losing a baby in pregnancy through miscarriage or stillbirth is still a taboo subject worldwide, linked to stigma and shame. Many women still do not receive appropriate and respectful care when their baby dies during pregnancy or childbirth (https://www.who.int/news-room/spotlight/why-we-need-to-talk-about-losing-a-baby)

It is time that we provide mothers/women who lost their babies through pregnancy the right amount of care and understanding. Stop shaming and blaming them. And patronizing the idea that “it happens all the time, thus it could happen to anyone”. No one knows exactly the emotional and physical pain the mother goes through this time. A little amount of understanding would go a long way. Help them heal by not being judgemental. Your critical point of view is not needed. It is your compassion.

If not now. WHEN?

For Reena’s exploration challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/03/10/reenas-xploration-challenge-4/

Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

it wasn’t planned, i know. but it doesn’t mean i didn’t want to

and that’s the thing, do we really need to want something to have it?

aren’t we suppose to love it and want it all at the same time when it’s there?

 already there.

and that’s again the thing. before you knew it’s there. it’s gone.

taken away. so suddenly. not a slight chance of survival was given.

gone. too soon.

and i didn’t know it could hurt this much.

until that last drop of hope is lost. last chance of opportunity is missed.

how soon is too soon? how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden?

oh, God here i am trying to figure out, where have i gone wrong?

how did i not know? how did i not suspect? how did i not realize?

may i borrow Taylor Swift’s line and say

“come on baby come with me, we’re gonna fly away from here” to whom i will sing this now?

how am i gonna remember you anyway? how do you want me to call you my angel?

with tears in my eyes and blood oozing down my body, i write this.

to remember you. and be reminded of you.

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

i wish i could have been spared a little more time with you.

 ‘cos i sure would love to hold you close to my heart.

and if by then chance you will be taken away, at least,

at least maybe i have a clear remembrance of you.

and maybe, just maybe it won’t hurt this much. it won’t hurt so bad.

with a heavy heart, i wonder. how soon is too soon?

how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden? so this one’s a lullaby for you

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

“Iconoclasm is breaking of established rules or destruction of accepted beliefs”

I want to talk about a highly sensitive issue most people don’t openly discuss – losing a baby during pregnancy.
Although losing a baby in pregnancy through miscarriage or stillbirth is common, it is still a taboo subject worldwide, linked to stigma and shame.
Mainly because 85% of miscarriages happen during the first trimester, mostly before mothers even announce their pregnancies to friends and relatives or the public.

Many women still do not receive appropriate and respectful care when their baby dies during pregnancy or childbirth. Women who lose their babies are made to feel that should stay silent about their grief, either because miscarriage and stillbirth are still so common, or because they are perceived to be unavoidable. Anyone would just dismiss the topic whenever discussed and say “it’s normal”. Of course, it’s not okay.

Miscarriage and baby loss is a topic so rarely spoken about, which seems such an incredible loss in itself, given that it’s how one in every four pregnancies ends. It seems entirely bizarre and wrong, that something so common could become such a taboo subject. And I’d like to break that taboo. If you had lost a baby by miscarriage, know that you are not alone. You can talk to any of your trusted friends or relatives. Talking about it will heal you. You and your partner can also go through healing together. It’s not easy but when you have someone who listens willingly to your story, it will make the healing process go on smoothly.

You can share your story via the comment section or email me. I am not an expert but, I am willing to listen to your story.

For Reena’s https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/reenas-xploration-challenge-214/

Everything Will Be Fine

Everything Will Be Fine

even though its hard to do
i confront my fears
with faith in my heart
with fire in my soul

i possess the courage
i have the strength
to bring another life
healthy in this world

i am strong and healthy
i trust in the wisdom
of my body to be
a safe place

i can do all the impossible
I’ve survived all the worst
i am strong
i will be fine

just breathe.

For Eugi’s https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-affirmations-january-18-2022/

P.S.

As I continue to explore writing issues and topics that are mostly taboo; like “miscarriage” I opted to write an affirmation poem for mothers who have silently lost thier babies during the course of pregnancy.

Positive affirmation will hopefully help them heal.

Miscarriage is a traumatic event which affects every woman differently, but can lead to grief, anxiety, depression, and even symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Some women chose to speak up and share. Some opted to keep silent and continue with their lives. And it might surprise us, but some have actually become a highly functional empowered woman. And some believed (even the mother herself) that she moved on with the trauma. Little do we know that they are actually the ones agonizing the most. When the lights, the glamour, the demands of work are over their world will fall apart. And the cycle just continues for them.