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Happy Women’s Day


Happy Women’s Day

Happy Women’s Day to you

Celebrations one and all

We celebrate your gifts

Both vast and small

We celebrate your love

We celebrate your being

We celebrate your gracious

Way of how you go about seeing

Seeing the world and its evil

Seeing the abuse handed out

Seeing a Creator who loves all

Which you have never had a doubt

We celebrate you today

And again tomorrow

May we never partake

In what causes you sorrow

May we always recall the moment

When life tried to shoot you down

And you wearing that sunshine smile

When the world tries to make you frown

May we always remember that which

You made look so easy

How you smiled through storm clouds

How you love…freely

You have done so many things

You broke barriers in two

Making life easier for all

While it was difficult for you

Happy Women’s Day to all

For she has been working through

The adversity of a war

Oh the dragons that she slew

She is our great warrior

Our fathers leaned on her too

She was his soft place to go

His love his life…the TRUTH

So on this day of remembering

On the dawn of a new day

Join my celebration

On she who paved the way

She who was our first hero

When push came to shove

She was our first smile

Our first sample of love

So if we fail more than we don’t

If we falter more than pave the way

To the Queens of this world and the next

Wishing you a Happy Women’s Day

                                                            ~LM Young

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Walk Together


Walk Together
Not sure when it started
Or who said it first
That woman is less
Words intended to hurt
Even worse than the intention
Than that statement tries to do
Is the fact that at some point
We started believing it too
Less than a man…
Half of his mind
We made less than a contribution
To the rise of mankind
Getting paid less than half
Of the same employers wage
Not good enough to be viewed the same
But let’s turn a page
Only the strength of a woman
Regardless of the sentiment of her worth
Is powerful enough to endure
The pressure of birth
And if we are so much weaker
Than our male counter parts
Why does he look for us to hold him up
Like his mother from the start
When he needs a shoulder
To make him feel whole
Why does he seek a wife
Or some female role
We were created to be caring
Made to be strong
And the myth of our weakness
Has gone on too long
So stop comparing my deeds
With what you may call power
Realize the same pain of a thorn
Reveals a beautiful flower
Learn to uphold all women
As God would have it be
And find the boldness of a mountain
The depth of the sea
And one day you will realize
The time that you wasted
On comparing your value
With what God also created
Smile now my brother
We do not want war
Just for you to remember
What we were brought here for
Let’s walk together
And hold each others hand
You will never need to know my lion
When I can be your lamb

Sometimes She Forgets


Sometimes She Forgets

 

I loved her since birth

Have never loved her less

There is only one thing

Sometimes…she forgets

 

She taught me how to spell

How to love and not fret

She has been my steady rock

But sometimes…she forgets

 

I’m sure I tried her patience

But her level of love was surely set

She’s a beautiful mother

But sometimes…she forgets

 

She forgets the little things

Things that wouldn’t matter to some

But we were told early

Better and worst days will come

 

Sometimes she forgets memories

Though I love her just the same

There’s nothing quite as hard as

When you forget a child’s name

 

But I smile at her always

Reminding her is my new cause

Filling those awkward moments

When in confusion she takes a pause

 

I fill them with I love you’s

I fill them with a song

I stand right beside her

Where a daughter does belong

 

When asked how long can I do this

Remind this angel of her past

Retelling stories and tales

Hoping the thought will somehow last

 

To that I can only promise

I will sing the songs of how we met

Because I will remember and love always

Even if sometimes…she forgets

 **This poem is dedicated to a very special friend of mine whose mother has Alzheimers. They are both beautiful souls…and I am blessed in just knowing them**

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