DIVINITY

All children know God.
In the configuration of
Their mother healing their
Pain with a simple hug
And a kiss. In the warm hands
Of their father who gives
Them the support
To stand on their feet.
In the sense of belonging
Felt with their grandmother
As she reads their favorite
story and tucks them
Into bed. In the silent chuckles
Of their grandfather as he
Sneaks in some ice cream
Past bedtime, just because.
In the disposition of their sibling
Who promises not to snitch
And are the perfect partner
In crime. And finally, in the
Inner voice that rings true in their
Heart, telling them right from wrong.

All children know God.
Not the one which perpetuates
War and bloodshed and power,
But the one that sustains love
In it’s unadulterated and
Unembellished forms.

NEONATE

She beamed as he cried
‘Twas like music to her ears
Mother held her new boy.

LA MÈRE

This sketch is my interpretation of what Mother Nature would look like

The howling of the winds softened
The waters in the lake stilled
The trees shed their leaves in peace
As the silence of the night filled

All the world stared in amazement
As the moon and stars wed
Animals listened, ears pricked up
As mother nature put her babies to bed.

THE LITTLE INSECURITIES

She looked back at me
With eyes wide and disconsolate
I insulted her, mocked her
Made her a victim of severe berate
Your thighs should be slimmer
Like the size of your calves
Your cheeks are quite plump
Maybe slashed by a half
Your arms are too broad
Your hips are too wide
It’s better than your curly nest
Where birds might reside
Your lips are too thin
And your stomach is too fat
Try pushing your chest out
Nevermind, maybe you can work on that!
As a single tear rolled down her cheek
I looked into her eyes
The girl in the mirror stared back at me
I’m not good enough, she cries
And as I stood there pitying myself,
Staring at my jumbled frame
My mother whispered her loving words
You’re a light, a burning flame
You don’t have to put yourself down
For something this superficial
Your personality is so beautiful, child
Pretty looks can be so artificial
That twinkle playing in your eyes
And the laughter you always invoke
Makes you ten times more gorgeous
Than those skinny dimwit folk
Love yourself, be kind to you
Insecurities discarded as waste
Pride the curves of your brain, little one
Not those that form your waist.