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Carpe Diem, Seize The Day

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She opened her eyes
One morning and said,
"I'm not ready, God"
And went back to bed.

 A few hours later

She woke and then mumbled,
"Not now, my Lord"
With the blanket she fumbled.

The sun soon went down
And the moon woke her up,
"Jesus! What is it?"
She said with a huff.

At the foot of her bed
She saw him in all his grace,
"Oh my goodness!"
She whispered, heart quickening pace.

He offered his hand
Which she took and cried,
"I'm sorry my Lord,
But have I just died?"

He replied in a few words
She took right to heart,
"No, my child, you were sad,
So I thought I would start..."

"By telling you God
Has missed you today,
And letting you know
He smiles when you pray."

"He sees when you stumble
He knows when you fall,
He wants you to lift your chin
And stand tall."

"You are his miracle
Please never forget,
That's why I died for you
But please...no regrets."

"Don't sleep your life away
Laid down in your bed,
Get up, live and love,
Wake up, use your head!"

"There's only one life to live
And He's given it to you,
Praise God for what you have
And to him be true."

After that he fell silent
And she felt tears in her eyes,
She hugged the Lord...
And said her goodbyes.

"Remember," He whispered
As he faded away,
"God loves you always,
Carpe Diem, Seize the Day!"

~~Brandy Souza
~~December 1st, 2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one day to cheer myself up when I was feeling particularly grumpy, tired, and lazy for about the span of a week and just had wasted the week laying in bed & doing nothing.

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"Mother, May I?"

 by Jeph Johnson

 

Mother may I offer my sincere apologies?
For I never turned out as the man you really hoped I'd be.

 

The fault's my own, for blame rests soundly on the foolish choice
To let toxic themes be the inspiration for my voice.

 

Most find the musings of my mind somewhat embarrassing,
But you enjoy my poetry despite good parenting.

 

When we played "Mother may I?" you always said I could,
And baby steps, intended to be leaps and bounds, I took.

 

So happy with the outcome of never falling down,
I remained content with the little happiness I found.

 

Now I'm very good at nothing that matters much at all
And better yet at some things that foster my downfall.

 

Your parental guidance taught me the insight
To row against the current, but I sailed to wrong from right.

 

Tears wept fell in silence until my cries were overheard

You looked my way then smiled for in your eyes they seemed absurd.

 

The faith you demonstrate still can make me cry;
You encourage and uplift a lonely man with broken pride.

 

The many gifts I planned to give to you along the way,
Became the accolades you cherish of my younger days,

 

When a little boy on a carousel going 'round and 'round in the sun
Asked  his mommy how and why it worked, but forgot to have some fun.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000, 2017 

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