[Critique Group 2] Fwd: FW: FW: poem for Critique Gr.2, 11-29-18

[Alice Massa]

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Subject: 	FW: FW: poem for Critique Gr.2, 11-29-18
Date: 	Fri, 16 Nov 2018 22:08:05 -0600
From: 	Valerie Moreno <spiritwind at pmpmail.com>
To: 	tuchyner5 at aol.com, spiritwind at pmpmail.com, jamesstarfire at gmail.com, 
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poem for Critique Gr.2, 11-29-18
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Place your mind in the softness of life's eternal flow...
-Saint Clare of Assisi, 1194-1253

Original Message: From: Valerie Moreno <spiritwind at pmpmail.com>
To: spiritwind at pmpmail.com
Subject: poem for Critique Gr.2, 11-29-18
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2018 21:56:23 -0600

Stages

Child,
growing, yet knowing
she is the reason parents fight--
her eyes don't work like theirs.
She feels guilty.

Teen
doesn't fit the unspoken rules...
silently, she takes in the
mockery and being left out...
nothing new, just an extention of
home.

Married,
she tends house, cherishes husband,
baby girl is a miracle--
a sparkling light full of
laughter, goodness and questions.
A beautiful darling who tugs at her soul,
soul aching when she's hurt or unhappy.

Mom,
suddenly, child grows distant,
pulling away and confronting--
battling for independence from mom,
who cries while doing laundry;
dish water hides the hurt and termoil
that flows down sink hole with agony.

Widow--
Who am I now that two becomes one
with"our" and "we" vanish in to
"I" and "me"
jagged loss turns loneliness
brilliant and flaming,
heart is engulfed, shattered to ashes.

Later,
grief there on slow burn, life pieces
spread and looked at carefully.
The Child accepted her difference.
Teen now knows difference is a gift.
Wife and mom watch her baby grow up,
leave home,
become a woman.
Husband, beloved, lives in her deepest heart.

She writes,
has insatiable love for
books, music, cats, dolls,
dreams.

Stages
weave a life tapestry
bright, dark, always changing
as time, tears and prayers
become her coloring.

Valerie Moreno
11-16-18
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Place your mind in the softness of life's eternal flow...
-Saint Clare of Assisi, 1194-1253



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