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

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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.”

🎀🌺HAPPY EARTHSTRONG MOMMY🌺🎀

🎈Hyacinth W. M.🎈 September 8th, 1945 ~ June 11th, 2008

“My Root, My Beginning…There is NO END.” I may miss my Mommy being here in the physical. However, she NEVER leaves me. Not only is she within me as DNA expresses, but I feel her energy around me ALWAYS & speak to her everlasting energy on a regular basis. Why? Lol, some may say I’m crazy, lol1 That’s fine because energy doesn’t die. There’s no end. Love you forever & always, “My BabyGirl.”😍🥰🤩😘

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I lit a candle for her today.

✨✍🏾 “Should We Write About Grief?”✍🏾✨

Should we write about grief?…You’re darn right we should!

Grief is a serious & in-depth emotion. Situations & experiences that produce this, need to be confronted and dealt with.

We all have our own ways in which to grieve and how we deal with it. But the fact still remains, it needs & should be addressed.

I recall when my Mother transcended in 2008 from Cancer. I went through the motions, held everyone up, took care of the funeral services, etc. I laughed, cheered everyone up & was doing awesomely well. A year later, while holding her urn I broke down. I cried. No, I bawled & howled like the wounded person I was. I held that grief for an entire year. It wasn’t good nor was it healthy. I had refused to grieve out of plain old fear. Fear that I had to accept realistically, she was gone physically & that I’d die from the pain of that reality.

It’s not a good idea nor healthy to not deal with grief. Being a Poet, it’s a great outlet to express it. But I couldn’t at the time. My heart literally froze & made my chest hurt. After my meltdown, I had to find other ways to deal with my grief. I’m a firm believer that grief should be dealt with & discussed. People die, people feel pain from loss, tragedy and or life experiences. I honestly feel it’s inhumane not to deal with grief.

Here’s an article in my favorite magazine “Poets & Writers” – you should subscribe, the resources they have are AWESOME 😎

~Maxwanette A Poetess

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“We’re All In This Thing Called Life Together…Remember?”❤️💛💚

We are to love one another, for we are our Brothers & Sisters Keepers. It isn’t a political thing, a racial thing, or anything except one thing…”LOVE.” Love of Self, Others, & Life. We’ve got to do better than this…

✍🏾Essay by, SANDRA PARKS✍🏾

https://youtu.be/Ij9HdZbsSiw