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  I grew up idolising my father. He was from a ‘good’ family, and went to another land to make a fortune to provide for us in the future.  As the years passed , he became a person I created, resembling a movie hero, bigger than reality. I believed he loved my siblings and I, and one day we would be reunited. Maybe at some point he would make up for the hardship endured by his absence and the strain placed on my mother, our sole parent. It never came. I became a mother , wanting to give all my children the father I thought I was denied. The relationship with their dad and broken promises, were on me, because of me, and in a way I idolised him. He was like my father, from a ‘good family’, and tried to ensure he was there for his children with me - including the one before mine were born.  Even if I was not worthy of promises to be kept, I prayed he would honour all his children. My children loved him, including their brother from another mother. The promises were left stan...

  Valentines Day and Love I'm not looking for roses, Don't send me a bouquet. I'm not feeling for your chocolates Don't get me started on even cake I'm not feeling for the date night Nor the sentiments of love Why do you wait on Valentines Day To give me all the above? I'm not feeling for your phone call To ask me out, for dinner this time I'm not waiting for a special song The one, that says "you'll always be mine" I'm not trying to be difficult Really, I'm not sure you can see Why do you wait for Valentines Day To say - I love you, my boo, my baby? I'm not going to try to tell you About all the days you made me cry I'm not even going to give you One more reason, to stay at my side I'm still the person you met so long ago The one you promised to be faithful to Why should I wait for just one day To hear you love me too? To all of those who are celebrating And happy to spruce up and get dressed To all the loving couples Who a...

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The memories connect the past and the present. Its an entire story, each life. Sometimes the paragraphs are years ongoing, and suddenly the last words are written. Time and life can seem long but there is a connector between the beginning and end. The connector joins each year seamlessly together, and therein lies our memories.   Let me Connect the years…   When I was six, my world seemed vast The swing was how I travelled fast. At ten and twelve I was ready to live my dreams Believing that my life would be all I wanted it to be. Then when sixteen came around, I left home in a rush My time here on earth was a card game holding a straight flush. Well soon enough came eighteen, with a baby on the way Life had many challenges I was preparing to slay. At twenty had two sons, and wishful dreams of ever after, Five years later those dreams were a disaster! The struggle was real, then I turned twenty-eight, My daughter was brewing, a beautiful baby on ...

                                      The past is never what it appears to be Weighing pros and cons from my reverie. The things gone by are a lesson for life, Moving on with a future, uncertain of luck or strife. As I reflect upon the things, I did in my past These reflections are deep Sometimes showing up for contrast.   Though I try to keep them from coming forward It’s a struggle to not think of how things can have power This journey I walk is always alone For this very reason, ensured I have a home. Reflecting on things I have not managed yet to do Is a reminder that regrets sometimes - do follow you.   I’ve always wanted to be the best mother I could be Not sure if you asked my kids, if they would agree. There is never a day when I’ve forgotten my role As a mother is forever, all over the world. They are older, and no longer holding onto ...

                                      Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Joel Muniz Watch Me As I Walk Watch me as I walk My hips may shake a bit These legs they still look strong No heels on to give them a lift My shoulders don't slouch And my waist is a wee bit round But I'm sure you will not notice As I strut and sing my song. I've got the silver streaks My hair has lived through many trips A real natural beauty With some personality From my lips. Watch me as I walk, Confident glow of womanhood at its peak A lifetime journey ,and stories of which I speak My aging has never been in vain A point my look defines I've got the music in my brain Can dance, sing, and you will gaze I can still hold my own on the town Older and wiser, Yes, I have been around! Watch me as I walk See the mystery I’ve been living my life more than breathing I know all the pebbles on the street. You call me grandmother, wife, ...

  Dream Catcher and the Prince Standing above I look at my prince fast asleep. He’s one of my favorites His dreams are memories. The moments he misses With mist filled eyes. A million little kisses From his mom when alive. Dreamcatcher, I am Holder of dreams Happiness and danger And other things that are unseen. I stretch my hand to guide The light towards my charge It’s a wonder he’s even sleeping His happiness is a mirage. Subconsciously my prince knows Sun comes out after rain Hidden deep in his heart He dreams of his mother again. Digging deep into his sleep And my Dreamcatcher’s nest I’m searching for memories To help him find rest. The Dreamcatchers goal Is to help happiness unfold Taking him to God For his mother to hold. His memories feel sadly real And this night will require a disguise I’m hoping his memory mother will visit To hold him till it’s time to arise. I send my silver net Filled with his tears and dreams She whispers to him Telling wonderful stories. As I look a...

                                            Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Ameer Basheer The Champion Yes mom, I see you Doing it all for everyone You make it happen Fixing it best You turn tragedy to triumph Never wavering or giving up I’m breaking the seal on this bottle Taking a glass and toasting to you You are a champion You make it happen Take a rest, I’m with you. Who is the real champion? Is it son number one who Gives it all up to fulfil his mama’s dreams Who takes the burdens of the family Making his mother’s load easy. Who is the real champion? Is it son number two Setting aside his life for a bigger cause Helping his mama to get through The challenges of living Giving time for her to be renewed. Champions are right here with us Don’t struggle outside to see In your home, they are there In your family. Who is the champion that lifts you up And carries your burdens some...

                                      Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Jakob Owens Valentines Day and Love I'm not looking for roses, Don't send me a bouquet. I'm not feeling for your chocolates Don't get me started on even cake I'm not feeling for the date night Nor the sentiments of love Why do you wait on Valentines Day To give me all the above? I'm not feeling for your phone call To ask me out, for dinner this time I'm not waiting for a special song The one, that says "you'll always be mine" I'm not trying to be difficult Really, I'm not sure you can see Why do you wait for Valentines Day To say - I love you, my boo, my baby? I'm not going to try to tell you About all the days you made me cry I'm not even going to give you One more reason, to stay at my side I'm still the person you met so long ago The one you promised to be faithful to Why should I wait for just one day To hear you love me too...

                                             Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Alex Ringer Understanding Life I sit alone and think Wondering about my time here on earth. When we are born It is our death which comes next We walk through this world Not knowing the day, the hour, or the moment, when we will say goodbye. Do you live to die or are dying to live? When life happens, we grow And when death is coming We do not know. Thus, we forget that time is all we have that we hold, purposing ourselves on earth. I sit alone reflecting on, all the folks once judged, maybe also being judged. The unfairness of time, it does not give time for full recompense. There is joy and kindness later on in life, because we learnt from our experiences and lived our lessons well. Can we redo from birth to present? Is there a way to turn back the clock to be- a better human, maybe? Yet the curtain wi...

  Photo Credits:unsplash.com/Sai De Silva Imagine Me   My mother always had a playful daredevil streak She was a teacher, and actress, a creator, an inventor A survivor.   My mother loved fashion and dressing She had style and class, and loved wigs and Marilyn Monroe The stars in the sky and on the screen, inspired her.   Today my mother is older and wants to hold onto her independence ‘Once a man twice a child’ is the saying I hear, with tears understanding My mother is growing older, and so am I.   Imagine me, as I used to be in the past with my mother Indeed, I was as cheeky and brave and bold just as she was at times As I really see my mom now, imagine us – older now.   Imagine that time just keeps going and its speeding up fast And I just want some more time to do more, be different, be better for her. We are in this together, me and her, her and me – we.   Imagine that there were words spoken and unspok...

  We all waited to come through The sudden darkness of 2020. Eager for a new year which would end The plague felt by many. Yet, the future is still unknown, Even though the hope seems certain.   I do not long to see the end of 2020. There was much learned through the Adversity and different changes which Steam-rolled into the present as we know it.   I saw the homeless and the hungry given food By the man with little to spare. And I saw the woman embrace her spouse whom She had not paused to hold in a while. I saw the children struggle to learn amidst a virtual setting With teachers who knew as much as their students, Yet they both learned to understand together. I saw the parents with little knowledge teach their children The art of learning through a struggle to live. Then there was the business owner who realized his staff Were worth much more than he could ever have paid before And I saw the doctors and nurses dig deeper ...

A culture of misinformation I did not know what mental illness really was until I was close to twenty. Before, I thought mental illness was something which resulted from a deficiency at birth and was genetic. This thought scared me as I grew up knowing my mother, grand mother and great grandmother were ‘mad’, as we were told from a tender age. My mother was the first of five children and my grandmother was one of more than five, and my great grandmother was also from a large family. No one told us about mental illness or what caused it or why it happened. I simply thought it was an unfortunate curse on at least one member of the family, and prayed to never 'get it'!  Some of the 'folklore facts' I grew up with were;   If you kept your problems to yourself you would ‘overload’ and go crazy. If you fell too much in love you would go crazy. If you had too many bills you would go crazy. If you had no friends you would go crazy. If you were too ‘bright’ in s...

You are invited to look closer My friends I'm sharing a series of blogs called "Open Book - Mental Illness" from tomorrow. It's a heavy topic but is a serious social issue in the Caribbean and the world.  There are many families with loved ones who have some form of mental illness. My friend  Lisa Fraser Gallagher  has shared on her personal experiences with mental illness and she is an excellent resource on this topic.  In my fam ily one of my sisters and my mother are mentally ill. Like any other disease if you are unaware of the symptoms, left untreated it gets worse. There is no cure for mental illness. It can be managed, however not many people are willing to accept their loved ones are mentally ill. In Trinidad & Tobago there is societal acceptance of mentally ill behavior once no one is physically hurt. Hence, we have many street dwellers and vagrants living a homeless life by choice because of their mental illness.  To offer help to ...

I recently shared on change and relationships on facebook, and wish to add to it here. Change we have learnt is constant. It is ongoing and never static. Yet somehow understanding how change impacts on our lives is mainly focused from a business perspective, in the form of change management and changing culture or changing business dialogue. It's interesting to listen to people talk about their impression of change, because it appears to be automatically accepted - yet it is not automatically understood. Many books are written on emotional intellgence, change management, and changing times. Everything affects people, and relationships, and its important to spend some time focused on how change affects us and the relationships we invest in. People should matter to us because as a person you should matter to you.  Change and time go hand in hand, one does not exist without the other, thus time, change and people are intertwined with newness which is ongoing. We should see...