Tag: mother
I am my Mother’s Keeper
I am my mother’s first
Crazy as it may sound
I am her soul image
Despite who helped
she released me
into the world
to walk and talk
and carry on
Because
I represent
everything that she is
What she is not
depends on her
But I
am my mother’s keeper
What I don’t know
is of no need
The past is past
I am the end
the beginning
and the middle
I am written and sealed
and my fate lies
upon her lies
her truths
The few who know
look upon me
as forgotten
when my goodness then shines
She made a path for me
to escape the warm and cold world
And though I may not always be
she does hold me
reminding me
of everything
Because
I have been kept
and keep going
onward
Because
I really was her first
Freedom of expression
A child wants to do
what he sees others do
The joy rides have more meaning
than the father knows
Mommy goes to work
He has been schooled on that
Father sits and moves seldom
Each has a different view on
parenthood
Upon arrival the car is loaded
for another impression of life
He wants to do what others do
Sunrise to another same day
She needs to leave now
Before he can change positions
He is ready to break the circle
to be with him
for a long time to come
It’s not just memories at such a
young age
He just knows that the walking joy-riders
seemed to have more fun
Beautiful Friend
Let’s go back
to the beginning
Oh, when we both got caught
but it was me who was sinning
With us
it was never about winning
Like who was best
before our hair started thinning
Beautiful Friend
My true friend to the end
Making others believe
was better than any other
Carried me on your sleeve
when I hid from my own mother
Times sure were good
I won’t deny
Did what you could
to keep that fire in my eye
Beautiful Friend
Stay with me to the end
Beautiful Friend
For you I’d give again and again
It seems
now we live a separate life
In our wildest dreams
never thought about a husband or a wife
But it’s so good
being just a phone call away
Still doing what we should
Keeping those memories at bay
An airplane ride
can only spoil the sea’s tide
No river’s too wide
to keep my friend from my side
Beautiful Friend
Over and over again
You’ll always be my best of kin
Beautiful Friend
You helped me
through every storm
What I couldn’t then see
You made me warm without a scorn
Beautiful Friend
Beautiful Friend
I’ll always bend backwards
for my Beautiful Friend
I hope you know
I’m your friend too
Just in case it didn’t show
I hope it’s not too late to say, I Love You
Beautiful Friend
This Mother’s Child
Lord, this mother’s child has run wild
In and out of this job
Turning a different way that knob
Still, I am a mother’s child
I can go home, if I want to
In God’s time, I will
Just knowing she’s there and true
An aching heart she would always fill
Like a vagabond were my shoes
My back so bad, I couldn’t bend
Shuffling along, picking up more blues
Trying to get along so I don’t offend
Days like this
What mother could have a child
Who misses her sweet kiss
However so gently and or mild
Maybe I missed her birthday
Always saying I’m on my way
Maybe showing up three days late
Always a place to sit and a really big plate
She would keep a place for me
Even to just to lay my head
So tired near blind I could barely see
In her eyes I never saw red
Yes, I’ve said it time and time before
Lord, I know I’m my mother’s child
The seed am I she bore
The wild child who wants to be mild
Days like this
What mother could have a child
Who misses her sweet kiss
However so gently and or mild
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Before your nose gets bloody
And fighting gets you sad
When you can’t find your best buddy
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Sometimes they need a fist
To go upside that head
I know it’s such a twist
It’s as if you are seeing red
When you’ve tried making peace
But it’s going from worse to bad
Stop making your own elbow grease
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Mama don’t want no hurt
She tries to make things right
Even tries for a sit down chat
If Daddy sees a bruise
He’s got nothing to lose
They’ll all know where the party’s at
Both sides of good
Keeping grace and love
in the neighborhood
They know how to settle the score
A different way to fight
one dark one light
Hey, that’s what parents are for
When you keep trying to make peace
But things just get too bad
Stop using your own elbow grease
Tell Mama, but trust big bad Dad
When You Play With Fire
Mama’s told me
So many times
To look people
In the eye when talk to them
If you keep your head down
It puts you closer to the ground
The fire in your heart
goes dim
Mama also did say
If it ain’t nice
Take her advice
Say what you mean
another way
It’s like she sat
On an empire
And you’ll remember that
When you play with fire
Oh, Mama said some things
I just couldn’t concede
Now it’s like Mama sings
Every time I don’t take heed
Mama said
Be careful with all that bliss
Make sure your bed is made
before planting a kiss
Too much of a good thing
is like a sin
That’s one thing I do admire
Went out and bought a ring
I just didn’t want to listen
That’s what I get for playing with fire
Now that anytime I get butterflies
because something doesn’t seem right
I think of Mama’s cries
So I can see the light
I may not have been a good child
I may have run so wild
Trouble made me retire
I’m so tired of playing with fire
To Emulate Her Mother
What womanly sister chooses
to live her life in the shadow of one
woman who loathes herself
Knowing full well that woman’s first
suffered a lie
only death could bow to
What fool is she
who believes life
will treat her differently
May pity come upon her soul
and cover her offspring
Let the shadows play fair
as they stay in the air
Hope should despair
but beware those who occupy her lair
Who is the greater fool?
What force takes her to school?
Fame or Fortune…Which would YOU choose?
When I was young, which wasn’t too long ago, I always dreamed of having more money than my parents. I wanted to be able to drop whatever I was doing and head off to the mall like my Mom or even leave my office like my Dad and go fishing or even hit the tennis court. They would always give me the option to do what I wanted to do. Sometimes, they would just assume I would choose to spend time with one over the other. Sure, we did things together. It’s just that when we couldn’t do everything together. Love had nothing to do with it. Going to the mall wasn’t my Dad’s favorite thing to do and breaking a nail on the tennis court didn’t win any love points for my Dad. And, when something didn’t go right with a family outing, somebody blamed it on the fact that they never liked doing that sort of thing in the first place. But, aside from all that, I remember that wherever my parents went everybody knew them and liked them. Even to this day, when I enter an establishment that my parents frequented, I am always referred to as “Mr. and Mrs. So-n-Sos-kid.” Just who gets the respect here, me or my parents?
I can never recall a time when my parents had a falling out over money or anything ever went lacking in the household. As a child, I had things when other kids in my neighborhood said they wished they had them. If I asked something of my parents, they saw to it that I got it just as long as I could give a good enough reason other than “…because” for having it. I must have been a pretty bright and morally correct child because I seemed to know what being spoiled was. My just knowing that my parents could obviously afford the world for me made me feel privileged. How forever grateful I am to them. That’s when I realized the greatest gift they had given me: their name. Strangely enough, though I never directly asked them about it, I think my parents knew about the Law of Prosperity and could have written the book, “The Secret,” long before it was conceived by Rhonda Byrne. My Mom was Oprah and Martha Stewart before they were and my Dad was a nicer mental form of Donald Trump and a more appealing and agile Warren Buffett. I said all that to so this, I loved it when I heard people wanting to give my parents things. When I go to the mall with my Mom, quite often a different sales agent each time would offer my Mom his or her discount or would say to her, “I knew I would see you sometime this week, so I put something on hold for you.” The expression on my Mom’s face was always priceless. What’s more is I could tell she was genuinely sincere in her response to the sales people. My Dad wasn’t too different. People actually wanted to spend time with him and asked if he could bring his family over for dinner. He was never without a tennis match or a round of golf playmate. They even asked his advice on certain business opportunities. I guess what touched my heart more was how other men actually treated him like he was their brother. My parents were like celebrities who both had underwear tossed at them wherever they went. The wallet only served as a tip holder. But when they gave, they gave.
Talk about values…family values. I learned from my parents that it was necessary to have money – however much money you needed fully depended on the habits you develop also known as needs, addictions, and desires. If you set yourself up for failure, you have to work harder to stay away from it. I adored that about my Mom and Dad. They were so wise. Now, I won’t say that I didn’t go off the deep end at least once in my rise to adulthood. It was ever-so-comforting knowing that my parents were there to pull me back to earth reminding me to fully understand my purpose for doing a certain thing. How on earth could I ever try and hurt the image that they had so effortlessly built for me? Aside from feeling loved by my parents, I heard them tell me that often. That really made a difference as well. It would be such a shame for me to tell someone how my parents were so chummy with the outside world but were complete jerks when it came to me. What isn’t a shame is that my parents treatment of the outside world made them see me and love me in their absence. Though my looks may have changed slightly over the years, the mere glance at the name on my driver’s license brought me into being for myself. It is my wish that in time I will be remembered for the good I have done to and for others. I don’t know if I will ever be exactly like my parents, though being them isn’t a bad thing, but I must make sure I continue using the Law of Prosperity every day: Give freely and it will come back to you.
Do I want Fame or do I want Fortune? By having a fortune, it would take so much out of you by looking over your shoulder, becoming paranoid, at thinking of ways you have to maintain it. There may well be a price to pay for fame, but with fame people remember your name. And what you do with your name could mean the difference between eating and starving to death. Treat your fame well and respect will be your best friend. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little of both Fame and Fortune. Since you can’t take your fortune with you, your name can live on even after you’re gone.
You took my breath away

Secrets you kept from me
Covered words all I could see
Polished smile
All the while
My mind was in denial
A hurtful touch
Laughed and hid so much
The mirror became my best friend
And showed me the beginning to the end
As the cracks began to mend
Always knew the right things to say
Always knew there’d be a better day
Always tried to dance right through the pain
Even after all the fire and the rain
Always knew how to pray
Like my mom did as she would lay
Gave you my life on a silver tray
But you just took my breath away
How could I bargain for this
All for a ring and a lonely kiss
Oh the life that I do miss
If only I could have one wish
I would know how to take my time
Stop, feel and listen
And not be so blind
Know just what I need
At the risk of my heart to bleed
Even the main people tell lies
And turn away with tears in their eyes
Pain never sees the light of day
When someone takes their breath away