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.

Little Bleep (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

Little Bleep (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

If i could scream I’d scream of little bleeps. Yes, little, tiny…that’s what I am. A small innocent “bleep” wanting to grow, wanting to survive and  wishing to see the world outside.

From where I am is pure darkness. But I love it here. It’s warm and cozy. It feels so good just to be hovering wiggling around, so comfortable. I love it here, really. Oh, except when I hear loud thunderous screaming, yelling, shouting. I wanted it to stop. For each yelling feels like I’m dying. It has been like this for a while and it’s getting louder each day. I must say, today was the worst. Each loud scream was synonymous to a painful sharp cry.

I wonder when will this ever end.

Will I even make it out alive?

Please mom hang on there, we’ll make it together. I promise I’ll be your most loving little bleep ever.

And oh, dad…yes dad I can’t wait to see you. I only hear stories of you from mom. Those sweet lovely stories she’d tell me everynight. In between her sobs. Oh, I could feel how much she misses you.

So dear Lord I hope the thunder stops. I hope it ends soon. I fear I won’t make it out.

Mom, dad….please hang on guys, little bleep will be out soon. We’ll be together I promise.

Home

Home

it’s been said many times
a house is not a home
it’s just a dwelling place
to get through days

it’s been said many times
a home is made up of
a loving father, a caring mother
and kids to share

yet, through and through
over the years, over time
we’ve witnessed, homes
crumble down

and for most they say
it’s the father, not so loving
or the mother, not so caring
which leaves the kids scuffling

but i say my dear
my home is with you
regardless of
no matter what

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/22/what-do-you-see-109-november-222021/

Papa

Papa
.
how can i ever get over you?
how can i not think ’bout you?
i kept your memories
dearly in my heart for so long
and oh, how i can forget you
even for a while?
.
they say time and distance
will make you forget
but that won’t gonna work for me
it has been so long, oh, so long
i could clearly see your face smile over me,
i could hear you speak to me in your soft modulated voice, i could feel your
warm embrace and comforting touch
.
so much has happened, and there
has been so many changes
i bet you don’t even know anymore
the songs played on the radio
or that, sorry but you have to know
rock bands are popular no more
i know it’s sad, and i too am sad
believe me, i am sad
.
how can i ever forget,
the first time my heart has swooned
by your endearing voice,
soothing, perfect just for me,
i’d fall asleep easily, on your lap,
on your shoulder, and oh, please
i could trade anything, yes anything
just to hear your voice again
.
your voice, ah, your voice
is kept carefully in the
deepest recesses of my being
every beat of my heart is every
lullaby you sing, every breath i take
is every melody of your undying love
.
Papa, let’s sing together, one more time
“Michelle, ma belle
These are words
that go together well
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle…”