Thinking Too Much

thoughts running
running through my mind
to line them up would be unkind

the thoughts must process at different speeds
for different things and different needs

they come and go without delay
“stop and think!”
“about what?” I’d say.

the kids, the home, the husband, the pets
the school, the church, a lot upset
getting it “right” or getting it “wrong”
who’s to say where it all belongs

topsy turvey and around they go
the thoughts – some deep, others no

they make my head hurt
they cause more confusion
I feel like I’m right
they think I’m deluded

Peace shall come
some day or night
one day…ONE DAY
it will be alright!!

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Legacy of an Adopted Child

A dear friend of mine recently emailed me this poem.  Initially I just wanted to delete it (“SORRY!”) since I don’t really read a lot of  so called spam/junk mail that is forwarded to me…I just don’t have the time with 3 kiddos.  But the title caught my attention so I took the extra 20-30 seconds to read it.  There is a line in the poem that relates to the artwork I have posted on the blog to the right.  I hope you enjoy it.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women, neither knew the other
One you do not remember, the other you call mother.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim.
Two very different lives shaped yours into one
One became your guiding star, the other was your sun.
One gave you emotions, and one calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
The first gave you life, the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it.
One gave you up—it was all that she could do,
The other prayed for a child—God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question of all the years,
Heredity or Environment, which are you a product of?
Neither darling, neither … just two different kinds of Love.

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Poetry??

Okay, you know things aren’t going well for me when I start to write poetry.  And I mean WRITE POETRY!!  Handwriting poetry in a notebook.  The last time I did this was the day after 9/11.  I have written at least 5 to 6 poems today….without stopping.  It came pretty easy for me too.  My emotions just poured out onto the page.

I hated poetry in school.  I never understood how we could adequately dissect a poem’s meaning.  I personally think the poem’s meaning is solely up to the author of that poem.  How can we really know what the poem is referring to?  And we would get a grade on whether we were right or not.  Whatever.  Basically there aren’t any real rules in poetry…just write…it doesn’t even have to rhyme.

My poems rhyme.  I think the rhythmic feel of the rhyming helps me feel good.  And the funny thing is that my poems rhyme without much thinking.  I guess I really needed to release a few feelings.  It’s hard to express how I’m feeling about personal things and challenges.  So the poetry helped me release it some today.  If I get up the courage I’ll post a few…but don’t expect me to talk about it!!  🙂

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