Straight Lines and Jags

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Upon her body lies a story
A chronicle of her time
There are lines
Some are perfect in their length and stare
Some are jagged with a roughness in their glare
A few you will know
And even predict
Yet you will never ask how she was whipped
Only a barrel
One with drips of water
Knows her every cue
Deep inside
Remain colors of blue
A remnant of yesterday
And maybe today
Her book to be told
Is greater than gold
For it will never be sold

Written by
Elizabeth Mendiola
©2014

It’s Past 4 O’clock

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She may be waiting for the 4 o’clock hour to pass before she can say, “Yes” again

I believe she may have waited too long

Yet as time passes she continues to wait for a perfect moment to bloom up from somewhere

A sign for her, “Yes”

And everyday she is unsure if it exists, but she never loses faith in what could be

Hey, she

Make up your mind already

It’s past your bedtime

Written By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2014

Unknown Love

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I read about the death of a stranger’s loved one recently
I was rapidly moved by the picture of him and his lost loved one
It was as if I had seen them before
Perhaps somewhere in time we had a conversation
exchanged a few hellos

I really don’t know why I was internally moved to tears

Maybe because it was about his mother

I am a mother

and I Love my Sons with a Love no one truly knows or cares to know unless they too, are mothers

A mother’s Love runs deep
My heart cascades with a well known story — for them
My
Boys
My heart
My everything
I wish you could see and feel my heart now
A relish of specks which glow their names
The very presence of their being ignites

Written by Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2014

Wind Chime

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Cravings
They come and go
Sometimes weak and sometimes strong
I dread the moments which are stronger than I
Intriguing feathers are light, yet painfully heavy upon my back where I carry you

Memories left to osculate
Pondering thoughts chime delicately as your wind blows through mind
I’m lifted all over again and rise in hopes not to whither
And if I do
I’ll return all over again
My essence of calm
My sleep
Deep, deep sleep
With you

Written by
Elizabeth Mendiola
©2014

Isaiah Writes

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Cartoon-like words
I sit on the edge of his bed to read his story
My heart is sparkling – I wish you could see it
His writing
Neat and simple with the perfect touch of elegance
I imagine his bountiful brown eyes dancing on the page as he writes away
His mind ballooning images throughout
He can barely contain his thoughts
He smiles
I know he does
There is a shadow of his gleam clear across the page
He is so proud
And, so am I
But, he didn’t finish the rest of the story
He never completed it
I cling to the paper in hopes to capture the rest of his words
What happened?
You can’t stop now – where is the rest?!
Almost immediately, I figured out why
Why he stopped here
He wrote his perfect part I, you see
Only for his Mama to continue what he wanted it to be
This is his gift to me
Isaiah writes!

Written By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2014

Moon

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A calm moon will do you good
But beware of her sun who strings on high
She will delight you in playing your favorite tune
And make you cry when she sings her lullaby
Moon, where are you?
All alone in the corner of the sky, I see you there
All alone
Why do you fret a grand worry? Please come down so I can see your beaming glow
Snow will fall soon and I will need to go
Please don’t make me wait oh moon in the sky so high
I have waited – crushingly waited
Tapping your stars
I wait
Patiently wait
Moon, do you love me?

Written by
Elizabeth Mendiola
©2014

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