Shh? No! Speak up!

I wrote a poem today, our 33rd anniversary. Not that I haven’t written poems nearly every day in the past year. . . Is it one of my best? No, not at all. . . I can write about other people’s heartache and my own, about stupidity and fun, about this meaning that, but when it comes to writing love poems for Leon, I suck, plain and simple. It is like the words are so personal, so private, my heart refuses to share them. Perhaps, because writing and sharing my words are so much a part of me that my mind tells my heart to hold something for just me. . . Sounds possible, doesn’t it, but reality is, I just suck at love poems and he really really deserves the perfect one (NO. I am not going to let go of him so someone else can write one for him, we don’t always get what we want. - Insert grin here-)

So, the poem does have something to say, however, here: Love: All of This and More (On our 33rd)

- Overslept, therefore did not get birthday breakfast.
- Email that should have a security photo pop up, didn’t.
- Read the online “what ifs”, none applied.
- Refreshed browser.
- No security photo.
- Resulting answer was therefore, might be a phishing site.
- Now what.
- Too tired to even make that period above a question mark.
- Aaaahhhh, sleep will solve that.

- Debating whether to do NaPoWriMo or not, with 4 blogs now and still learning the technical, something will suffer.
- It won’t be the house, it already suffers.
- Decision made this very second, NO!

- Why that title?
- Because this was just a fingers wanted to caress the keyboard, but mind wanted sleep.
- Or
- Commitment to write every day on at least two blogs.

- Side note:
- The rhythm of adding the dashes is quite soothing. . .
- Sleep to follow

- Foot note: (not to be confused with footnote)
- Starting again (aka. restarting) 6 flight stairs walk every day. . . (see, foot, note about foot)

- FYI - in a great mood, except email.
- Hope you are all in a great mood –
- and awake.

- look, a poem, this was. . . .
- hahahahaha, right.

Marcia
03/30/07

My poem was written based on a news account in Washington, July, 2006. The law mentioned in this poem is still not well known, so has not proved, according to the link, very effective. We can make a difference by learning about Safe Haven Laws in the United States, all states are NOT the same. Make sure young woman know all of their options.

I wrote this from the baby’s perspective. This has not been edited and I was quite emotional when I wrote it, so there are a couple of rough spots, but then life has rough spots. . .

Dear Mommy,

I’m sure you didn’t know the law
it wasn’t advertised
- that well-

you must not have known,
I’m sure
that the firemen
would have smiled (or tried)
and
gathered me
in their arms

and not even asked
your name –
but nodded in understanding, thinking:

you did, for you, the right thing;
you did, for me, the right thing.

I was a precious gift,
you had done your best. . .
I’m sure you were just scared.
I know you wouldn’t abandon me

- not the way you did-

IF YOU WEREN’T SCARED. . .

It had to be you,
who threw me out. . .
in that plastic bag. .

Was it?
Or was it someone else?

My eyes were not open yet
I’d not been introduced

I had only just been born.

You must have been really scared. .

Did you not know the law?
made to protect you, too -
that they would keep me instead
and help me grow up proud
and find a mom to love me
and a dad to love me, too.

I would have loved you anyway. . .
I would have known you cared.

Did you throw me gently out?
because I was not hurt,
but
I took a little rolling ride
along the gentle weeds
as each one lifted up a leaf
and caressed me through the bag,
guiding me gently to a stop
and made me to just cry.

Someone was looking after me
why not you?

That someone looking after me,
rolled me down the hill, so my cries
did spill into the night. . .
That someone looking after me,
was looking after you, too.
I know you don’t believe it’s true
but I am alive, so they have saved you, too.

My cries reached out to a woman’s heart,
one who was with child –
she heard my cries and sent her man
to brave the night
and climb the fence of steel. . .
or was it a flimsy fence and he was a man of steel,
the latter, I think, for he rescued me
and saved me from another fate.

You must have been really, really. . .
really scared. . . and didn’t know the rules. . .

I would never have forgotten you. . .
they would have told me that you cared. .

Marcia 2006

I
see
for all:
tolerance
and understanding
forever, from this day forward. . .

A dream I would love to see come true. . .

Two fibs, based on a reality other than my own, tied together under one title, with their own subtitles:

Not Exactly a Double Entendre

1967, give or take a decade or two

Out
of
wedlock
sent away,
so no one will know
the miracle of birth that day.

2000, give or take a decade or two

Out
of
wedlock
stood proudly,
everyone sharing
the miracle of birth that day.

Marcia
03/02/07