Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, April 18, 2008
10. Poem: Missing Parts
MISSING PARTS
My son, my son,
He has gone out into the world,
and I ponder now over my newly realized state:
I shall never be whole again.
Nor is any mother.
A part of her shall always be somewhere else--
as the wind which moans through the trees,
or the light which shines in the distance,
or the music which echoes on the ears of time.
By Nina (around 1975)
My son, my son,
He has gone out into the world,
and I ponder now over my newly realized state:
I shall never be whole again.
Nor is any mother.
A part of her shall always be somewhere else--
as the wind which moans through the trees,
or the light which shines in the distance,
or the music which echoes on the ears of time.
By Nina (around 1975)
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Being a parent,
Original poem by me (Nina)
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
9. Poem by Nina - "The Newborn"
The Newborn

He's just a little tyke,
All he does is eat and sleep,
What is there to like?
I like his ears, I like his nose,
I like his tiny little toes,
I like the way he moves his lips,
I like his tiny fingertips
I like his eyes, however posed,
But usually I find them closed.
I have a little grandson,
And why is he so fine?
Well, if I had to tell the truth -
It's just because he's mine.
By Nina, upon the birth of her first grandchild, 1995
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
6. Poem: New Every Morning
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
5. Advice
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