“Mommie Dearest”

I don’t what I did to deserve you in my life
Crying, laughter, anger
Every step of the way, you were there
To light my way into the shadowy future
Like the beacon of your lighthouse
Guiding my boats safely into harbor
I don’t know how you are the sturdy wooden stilts
Keeping my house above water after the hopeless hurricane
Even though it means getting your feet wet
I don’t know how you are the strong storm cellar
Shielding me from the shrapnel and wreckage the tornado brings
Bringing me into your shelter, your comforting safety
I don’t know how you encompass me like the sun
Surrounding me by your warmth, which radiates from your heart
Greeting me every morning with a bright smile
Wishing me rest, leaving me with an array of beautiful dreams
I don’t know what I would do without you
And I hope to never find out

Quote of the Week

“For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Time is such a precious gift. I tend to take things for granted, not realizing how good things are for me. However, time fixes that. When a tragedy occurs or I am stressed, I look at the world and express my hate and frustration by overeating to simple gestures. Why me? The first question that pops into my head. How selfish. There are thousands of people who are poor, on death row, or are in a situation far worse than the one I am usually managing. And yet, I always think about myself when I have a hard paper to turn in or when I am stressed out because of an event. At least I have an education – some people don’t even have that. It is my mantra that everything happens for a reason, and that is why I do my best to keep my outlook on life positive, even during the worst of circumstances. Waking up to a fresh start, a brand new day, in itself is a blessing. I have friends and family, food and shelter, and my Lord almighty. I am alive. Who am I to complain?