Tag: Parenting

  • Free

    You were so fastIn your chameleon waysTo toss us asideWithout a say…So angryIn words and action-To benefit at all, no-But aid distraction…You were so sureIn a fight for right-That you gave upGoal and sight.Now like a balloonYou are free-May you find the viewAnd the ability to see.

  • Be Yourself

    Be yourself they saidStay out of your headShed those tears at nightDon’t burn the light- Be yourself they saidSmile from insideDon’t burn that bridgeBe a part of the ride- Be yourself they saidKeep prayer in your heartTurn to HimEven when you fall apart- Be yourself they saidNot what they desireCast their demonsBring the angel’s fire-…

  • For Sake or…

    Void of regular emotion Young become zombies to life Isolation a given confinement Self-torcher for insight. No one knows the adversary Or understands… It’s different now Because reality is what we pretend. Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games Solving the next mystery And deciding who to blame. . . Then causing new misery In…

  • Dear Life, Thank you!

    Dear Life, Thank you!

    Where we’re going.. And you were gone-

  • Dear Teenager

    DEAR TEENAGERSeeing the world through your eyes Would make my hope pretty dark… Accepting your reality instead  Would take away the needed spark. Compromising my rules Would bring a weakness I won’t like… Quitting the battle now Would cost more than just the fight. Old while learning nothing Is an idiocy you choose to sell……

  • Letting Go

    Black and white Logic a friend But just a moment  Brings color again. Pain and anger Calculated space Clutching tightly  So nothing is erased. Patience with time Praying for you Feeling helpless With so little to do. No way to show you Or words you will hear But patiently waiting While always staying near.

  • I thought many of the thoughts she speaks about here. I remember wondering “how could the parents have not known?”. Many years and experiences later – I understand why parents do not know. To advocate awareness, when your pain will never be eradicated, is a special strength… and worthy of us to learn and listen.

    https://www.ted.com/talks/sue_klebold_my_son_was_a_columbine_shooter_this_is_my_story

  • Picking Up Pieces

    The faded blue summer sky highlighted the heat for Amanda’s friends and her to play in today. Hide and seek, running through sprinklers and drinking from the hose would be a part of their play time. Only children appreciate carefree days like this. Amanda loved to play outside. Each year her light blonde hair would…

  • A Little Slow

    When I went to Petco last Friday I was thankful I didn’t have the money for a turtle. It’s not that a turtle is expensive, but setting up their habitat is, and I knew that was money I didn’t need to spend. BUT – I liked a turtle in the store. It followed me everywhere…

  • Forced Change

      Change my make up Color my hair Make it short I don’t care. Break the rules Change my friends No matter what I’ll find my end. No logic or emotion Just do what I want No thought for anyone Just more to taunt. No explanation or virtue Careless with time Want it all Without…

  • Powerless

      I had something to say So I said it But the breath was for nothing As you didn’t get it. My emotions on the floor Heart in my hands And all I can think Is I can’t do this again The debts are high And tongues are cut More times than not I think…

  • Seventeen

    Seventeen

    I didn’t kill you, Or pack up your stuff. I even talked with you- After your disastrous stunt. Your mind stays closed- While the mouth is open wide- And soon from your mistakes… There will be nowhere to hide. Time is short- That my influence has left- And the lessons you needed to learn- You…

  • YESTERDAY WAS MY WORST DAY AS A PARENT

    My 12 year old son has epilepsy. He was diagnosed with Petit Mal seizures (often referred to as absent seizures) in 3rd grade, but he had dramatically improved with medication since then. Everything changed yesterday around 2:00 p. My husband called me, because the school called him, to tell him to get to the school…

  • What IF

    What if you had noticed- The look on their face… When they waited to pick you up And bring you to your place? How many children would be born? How much happiness would there be? If you saw the lack of promise- And felt adult’s misery. I ask as I sit in the parking lot,…