POEM: Books Are a Girl's Best Friends... 18

• Moda
• 25-08-2023 02:34

I grew up surrounded by books.My home was a temple of books, And my parents taught me the love for the written word. Now I am a writer. When I was a little girl, My favorite fairy tale princess was Belle. She loved books more than anything else in the world. When the Beast took her hostage, He found a way to win her heart. He gave her what she loved the most – books. He shared the most valuable treasure in his castle with her, his library. And she fell in love with him When I was a little girl, I loved imagining myself as Belle who entered the castle library in awe, Welcomed by books and surrounded by friends. Books are a girl’s best friends.

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POEM: She Left the Way She Wanted to... 18

• Moda
• 24-08-2023 01:20

My mother battled heart disease for her entire life.It was the slow killer in our family. She always knew how dangerous the killer was, And she wanted a peaceful way out of it. She wanted to be the first one to go. She once told my father, If you go first and leave me alone, I will never forgive you. I knew what she meant. When her time came, Although too soon, It was peaceful and painless. Just the way she wanted it. My family was devastated, My sister inconsolable. And I told her, Remember that she left the way she wanted to. The first one to go, painlessly. Soon after her departure, My mother came to me in my dreams. The next day I told my sister, I dreamed about Mom last night. You did? Everybody is

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POEM: The Perfume... 33

• Moda
• 22-08-2023 10:00

When I traveled to Cuba,I bought a bottle of perfume in the gift shop at the hotel. It’s called Coral Negro – “The Black Coral”. I brought the perfume back to Canada, And with it, a piece of Cuba in my luggage. Every time I wear it, It transports me back to Cuba. I love its elegant opaque black bottle. I am seduced by its marine fragrance which makes me think of tropical days by the ocean. The shore of the Atlantic. The scorching sun. The hot sand. The turquoise water. The salty taste on my lips. The breeze in my hair. The corals on the ocean floor. The shells on the white sandy beach. The parties with loud music late at night. The crazy dancing on the beach. The sexual energy. The magnetic attraction. All in a bottle of perfume.

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POEM: The Beach... 28

• Moda
• 21-08-2023 10:00

White sand.Turquoise water. Cloudless sky. One hundred Fahrenheit. I’m on the beach, soaking in the sun. I lie down on the chaise lounge, My body and my mind are completely at ease. I have a book in my beach tote, But I don’t feel like reading. I am happy just to lie here for hours. My skin is immune to sunburn, I don’t mind the kiss of the sun. I go into the water. It’s warm and welcoming. The bottom of the ocean feels like a soft blanket. A crab bites my foot. Sorry little fella, I’ll get out of your way. I swim away. My favorite part of a tropical vacation is swimming into the vastness. A fellow traveler warns me about the undertow, But on this day the ocean is calm, peaceful, unthreatening. I spend another good deal of

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POEM: Prayer... 18

• Moda
• 20-08-2023 10:00

God, please give us strength.Give us resilience. Give us wisdom. Give us common sense. Give us decency. Give us empathy. Give us compassion. Give us virtue. Give us patience. Give us unity. God, please give us our humanity back.

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POEM: Summertime... 25

• Moda
• 19-08-2023 16:36

I love spending my summers in the cottage country.Quiet days and nights and weekends at the cottage. Everything is so green here, That the cottage itself can barely be seen from the street. Completely hidden from indiscreet eyes, Protected all around by a natural fortress of tall trees That are like loyal guardians Whose mission on earth is to safekeep my joyous days inside the magic circle, And who won’t let anyone bother me from outside. Campfires keeping me company every night. The bright flame dancing in the pit. Crickets singing. Silly roasted marshmallows laughing out loud and having fun with me. Beer partying with me. Bright stars shining high up in the sky. Reading book after book after book. Browsing with leisure through fashion magazines. Watching my favorite movies.

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POEM: Angry... 17

• Moda
• 18-08-2023 10:00

I’m angry at fires.Angry at devastation. Angry at tragedy. Angry at loss. Angry at sickness. Angry at incompetence. Angry at corruption. Angry at greed. Angry at violence. Angry at vitriol. Angry at obscenity. Angry at intolerance. Angry at insolence. Angry at indolence. Angry at decay. I’m angry. I’m angry. I’m angry.

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POEM: Mom's Dress... 34

• Moda
• 18-08-2023 02:56

When my mother left this world, I was heartbroken.A piece of my heart left with her. I traveled to my hometown to say my last goodbye. I joined the painful family reunion – my father, my sister, my relatives, my childhood friends. I wanted to keep a souvenir from Mom. She used to wear a dark green dress when she was young. It had a beautiful palm tree print that reminded me of a stormy night in Florida. There is an old photo in my family albums from the seventies, When my sister was a preschooler, And I was not even born yet. Mom wore the beautiful green dress in this family photo. She kept this dress over the years, Even after she stopped wearing it. Decades later the dress was still in her wardrobe, On a hanger, As if she could never part with it, Almost like a wardrobe heirloom.

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POEM: Maui... 18

• Moda
• 15-08-2023 21:34

The paradise turned into inferno.Our humanity turned into monstrosity. The flames to the right, The ocean to the left. God, please, not like this. Please, not like this. ...

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POEM: The Photograph... 47

• Moda
• 15-08-2023 03:43

There is an old photograph in my family albums, circa 1966.It’s my mother at seventeen. When I was a little girl, I used to think, Who is this beautiful young woman in this photograph? Until I knew it was my mother when she was seventeen. A portrait of a mother as a young woman. My mother has since left this world, But the photograph stayed on my shelf. I say good morning to my mom every day as if she could talk to me. I kiss the photograph wishing that I can kiss my mom and still tell her how much I love her.

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