February 18

The Gift You Are

dVerse, Free Verse, Photos, Poetry

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

Today is a special day it is my Mom’s Birthday!
I am who I am today because of you Mom. This poem is for you. I love you!

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The Gift You Are

I see the gift you are
in unexpected moments
when wonder plays across your face
when your eyes sparkle
with excited delight
and blush your cheeks.

I see the gift you are
when a song becomes a time machine
and transports your heart
to moments of steamy daydreams
far away from dinner pleas
and makeitbetter kisses.

I see the gift you are
when he takes your hand
pulls you close to whisper;
when you shift closer to his side
and your heart soars
without the need to land.

I see the gift you are
when I look in the mirror
and see your spunk
smiling though
the light brown eyes
you passed down to me.

 

Happy Birthday Mom, I hope you have a great one!

Shared with the fantastic poets at dVerse for #OLN

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • that is a beautiful ode to your mom….they give so much and it’s cool when we see a bit of them in us as well like you did in your own eyes

  • I initially thought it was a poem written for a child but i loved the way it ended. It’s such a lovely tribute to a mother. Yes, a mother is the best gift our creators have ever given us. I love the way you see her everywhere.

  • What a beautiful tribute to your mom. I like especially the last stanza, when you look in the mirror and you see qualities of your mom looking back at you!

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