I would say  That I could turn the darkest skies  The brightest blue.  And, maybe  When you were younger,  Your feet unsteady,  You would have believed that I could.  But, I am powerless.  All that I have is  The strength of my love,  The length of my arms,  The power of my intentions,  My ability to give. I fail many times,  Fall short of your ideals,  But I also rise up  From darkness  To light  For you. I realize I am...

Things haven't been going well since Mom died one year ago today.A big part of me died with her when she passed away.For the last 365 days, I've been going through Hell.Everybody who knows me, knows that things aren't going well.One day before Mom's death, there were two things that I decided to give her.A stuffed Easter bunny and a card and they were buried with her.Life hasn't been easy because I've been to Hell and bac...

How do you spell beautiful woman, its spelled A-G-N-E-S.Everybody who was a part of Mom's life was truly blessed.Mom was blessed with both outer and inner beauty.She would've still been beautiful even if she had been ugly.She was the kindest woman that I've ever known.But she's dead and I feel hollow because I'm alone.She would've helped anybody who was in need.My Mom was a wonderful person indeed.I wanted her to survive...

My Mom's name was Agnes. Her maiden name was Greene. She was the youngest of five children. She had one sister and three brothers. They are/were Ina Mae Dooley, Everette Greene, James Greene and Norman Greene. Two of Mom's siblings are also deceased. Norman died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-six in 2001.The other sibling who is deceased was Mom's younger brother. His name was Burkette Greene Junior. Sadly, he died wh...

The clowns have gone packed in their tiny red car,Balloons deflated after a big day on show,All that remains is birthday cake crumbs and a very tired one year old boy. As the first star falls into sight and the last page is turned, Sheets are folded back and new toys make mountains in his first new room,His second year waits with walking and talking on the rise. Walk to the bed tears are shed, Mother catches her toe on a...

It is difficult coming back to a place where nobody has time for you. School is much better, the sounds too, much pleasant; students buzzing with various activities and humming like a swarm of bees, memorizing lessons, repeating, mumbling, inaudible words they have with so much difficulty memorized in a sequence and with equal effort scribbling it down on the virgin paper.‘Ratoo totaas,’ laughs Vilas.I see some empty seat...

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dadIs that why you cry?'I looked at him and the home that once was mineAnd hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyesAnd to him I said‘Oh not to worry kiddoit’s just a grai...

When people go back home there always are reasons, either they are successful and have a point to prove, or they have unsettled scores, or maybe there is nowhere to go...but the reason why I am going home today is entirely different. The reason is my dad. The man who is a modern day HE MAN to me. My mom passed away when I was seven and apart from a grieving husband she left behind a very vulnerable father of a seven year...

Of all the things you've given to me,As proof that the best things really are free,If I had to narrow it down to one,It would be the birth of our only son.Watching him smile I become elated,At the sight of the life we have created,Our unimaginable pride and joy,Disguised as a playful little boy.When I gaze into his eyes of blue,I cannot help but think of you,For that and his curly locks of hair,Are just two features you t...