“Poetry, Language Of The Soul” – 1st Blog Post

Poetry, Language Of the Soul

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“Think, Feel, Be.”…

My poetry is the language in which my soul speaks.

I created this blog, to share my poetry.

Who knows? Maybe it may also encourage people to “WRITE!”

I feel, that, “Everyone Is A Poet!”

I hope to touch a soul and or heart, light the proverbial spark and remind us all of who we are.

“Namaste & One Love”💖💛💚

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~By Maxwanette A. Poetess

📚✍🏾”I LOVE YOU MOMMY” ~ By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾📚

Poetry, Language Of the Soul

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“I LOVE YOU MOMMY

You carried me in your womb,
protected against all elements.
You brought me forth – Even though you were lost.
You taught me to walk, to talk, to read & to heed…
I learned how to depend on Self, for all of my needs.
Urging me to ALWAYS ask questions,
Oh Mommy, I still do! Over & over again.
You came from Jamaica – Land of Wood & Water,
Precious, oh Precious – Natures daughter.
When you fell, I fell too but I overstood your pain.
For I too trodded with our generational strain.
“Once a man, but twice a child”,
Even in hospice, lol, I made you smile.
I wrote this poem especially for you,
Do you remember when I was 5 & wrote my 1st Haiku?
I used to long for the years of miscommunications & lost.
But a bouquet of roses you got daily, no matter the cost.
Yes, I’m grown and some may laugh & think it’s funny,
But I will call you My BabyGirl, My Mommy…
I Love You Always, may your Soul remain Sunny.
~Maxwanette A Poetess

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I literally wrote this poem 5 minutes ago. I was simply missing my Mommy. She was 62 years young when she transcended due to Cancer.

My Mom was the 1st Poet in my life and my hero. She suffered from mental illness & put me out of her home by the time I was 11 years old (Brooklyn, NY was something back then). We had a turbulent relationship until one day I realized that my Mom was suffering from mental illness. I couldn’t remain angry at her, no matter the damage that was done. How can one remain bitter & angry when a person’s going through mental hell…For the majority of their lives? I couldn’t. So I took care of her until she closed her eyes. She was my best friend & my Baby.

Mental Illness is real and it can & does destroy lives. *More people suffer from it than we know, realize or care to acknowledge. Heck, who hasn’t lost it here & there, especially when life can batter you from pillar to post? It’s important to remember our HUMANITY, LOVE, OVERSTANDING & COMPASSION. Because those that are suffering? Are our Mothers, Fathers, Siblings, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents, Children, Friends, Wives, Husbands, Pets and yes, even ourselves.
#Food4Thought

*https://www.mentalhealthfirstaid.org/2019/02/5-surprising-mental-health-statistics/

“We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”

“Namastè & One Love”❤💛💚

P.S. Yeah writing this had me crying. Then I quickly stopped. Why? Because I could see my Mommy giving me that look & hear her telling me to stop it, stand-up, be strong, you got this Max, keep it pushing and I? “I AM MY MOTHER’S CHILD.”