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An Ugly Pair of Shoes”

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable Shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the other one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have work the shoes so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a stronger women.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.

Author Unknown

I was invited to read some of my poetry at an open mic night tonight. The promoter of it told me to dress up and put some make up on because……you never know who might show up. I’d have to admit it’s a little scary. The thought of getting up in front of a room of strangers and reading poetry to them. I have a lot of material to read. I have a file folder filled  with material. Tonight I have chosen to read several entries that have been viewed by thousands of people over the past few years on a different blog. My inspiration to write comes from within…… The true test of my success will be the attempt that I make at sharing a little bit of myself and my emotions. Emotions play a key role in my poetry. Lately I have had  a slump in my writing of poetry…….I guess I have hit a writer’s block. Tonight I hope to open up a new venue to my creative side. If all goes well, I’ll do it again next week.



Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

I have never had a man write me a love poem. I know that I have written more than a few poems in my lifetime. I looked over a few of them last night. They were poems that I had written to my second son when he was about six years old. He is now fourteen. When he comes back from high school today, I will show them to him. The words I write express the way that I feel at the moment. I remember being introduced to the world of poetry in Catholic grade school. In third grade I remember making a little booklet with Japanese poetry in it called haikus and tankas. I colored the pages with bright markers. My dad took me to a local travel agency to get brochures on Japan. I remember pouring through the brochures to find the perfect pictures. I probably still have that booklet somewhere in the crawl space. Collecting dust or turning into dust itself. I have notebooks filled with a lot of my poetry. The last time I recall it was over 2,000. Some day I hope to publish them. I want to share a part of my life, thoughts, and emotions with the world. But for now it is a dream……….

  • I am not worthy of your love…..You are my child and I love you so


  • I have sinned against you countless times…..I died on the cross for your sins. You are forgiven.


  • I feel so lost and alone…..I am always here to guide your way.


  • I cannot hear your voice…..I am the soft whisper in your ear.


  • I cannot feel you…..I am in the gentle touch and kiss from your child. I surround you with my love from the sun’s warm sunshine. I am in the gentle breeze that caresses your face


  • I am afraid…..Cast your cares onto me and I will be there for you.


  • I don’t know how to pray…..Just say Jesus thank you for loving me each and every day.

Thank you for loving me Jesus when I was down and out and on my knees

Thank you for loving me Jesus when I couldn’t even love myself

Thank you for loving me Jesus and showing me that today is going to be a better day

September 2020

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