Oh The Ground

The ground changes more than you and I

It can be painted with delicate dandelions and sightly sunflowers

Even with tons of towering trees

It can be veiled with sand or large lawns of grass

Or hidden by concrete

It supports us silently, so discrete

The ground can be drenched from the falling showers

Or masked with mud

The ground is wrecked and battered by human imprints

It’s unrecognizable and concealed by construction

But it can still grow those delicate dandelions and sightly sunflowers-

without mankind’s instruction

The ground

Oh the ground

It’s magical how it works

Abandoned

It’s a baby crying in the van.

What happened to the young child?

No one knows.

Will it live?

Will it ever give?

Oh the poor child-

left in the van.

The parents ran away

said they’d be back some day

- but lied

Now the baby's crying in the van.

How can it grow?

How will it know?

Never protected

it should be assumed

that the parents…

the parents

should be arrested-

but instead they were set free

and the baby’s in the van- a black Cherokee.

Will it live?

Will it ever give?

Oh the poor child-

left in the van --- It gave.

Just a short little poem I wrote in PHIL (nurs. major should understand) about my brother who just enlisted in the army :( And I can't help but to rhyme in a poem.. sorry 

If only you knew

If only you knew

That taking on that Red, White, and Blue

Would cause such sadness and sorrow

You’re forever gone til tomorrow

We were always together

Because you’re my baby brother

If only you knew

Your dark skin and tall stature

Brought comfort to mom and me

But now that you’re gone

We miss you a ton

If only you knew

That our sadness is actually happiness,

You left life with a grand plan

To become a fine man

Now do what you do

And return so I can say

“I love you”

They Said

“They Said”

They said Time heals everything.

They said people my age

should never experience this once,

let alone 4 times.

They said be understanding, God

wanted to take them for his own reason.

They Were Wrong.

Time never got easier,

It never got any easier with each

funeral seeing someone

the same age as you, lie

in a casket, it was something I shouldn’t have

seen til I was much much older, but by the time of 19.

I seen it 4 times.

3 DUI related car crashes, and one

his father shot him.

4 candle lightings, 4 different anniversary dates

1 simple neck tattoo

to keep my boys always with me,

They were wrong.

Time didn’t heal a thing.

Mystery Woman

I found a photo of a woman I have never seen before. The woman caught my interest right away, because she looked somewhat like myself.  This photo was buried my grandpa’s chest, so it had to have some importance to him. She had light blonde hair with curls that were down to her waist; her hair was the same strawberry blonde as mine. The picture was taken when she played high school softball, because under the playing year, which was 1992, it said “Lady Warriors” in big bold red letters. The back of the photo was smudged, so at one point, there was more information that could’ve told my nosey self more. I was confused because the bottom of the picture looked like it had been torn where her name would be printed on the photo. This sparked my interest even more. I needed to know whom she was, why she was in my grandpa’s chest where he kept all of his old cards and letters from the air force when he was deployed, and I wanted to know why she looked like me. Was it an aunt that I never saw? I just needed to know who this woman was.

I asked both of my parents who she was, and they just looked at each other then back at me while shrugging their shoulders saying, “We don’t know sweetie.”

             

 

“We should have told her, I knew we should have. I knew Samantha would’ve eventually found out about her someway. Mark, why didn’t we just tell her? We stress honesty, but we haven’t been honest to our own daughter.. I’m an awful mother..”

“It’s okay Tina, she wont know how to find her, we just couldn’t do it back then.. Our secret will still be just our secret.”

Monkey See, Monkey Do

     Jada was not the only person to grow up during all of these experiences; she raised myself into being a better aunt and mother figure for later on in my life.  I cannot wait to see these two beautiful girls grow up, have their first boyfriends, be there for them when they have their first heart break, go throughout high school, get ready for prom, graduate, get married, and have beautiful children of their own. Being an aunt is definitely a great experience, because you get to raise children, but also send them back home when you’ve just had enough and want to go out. Jada look at me the other day and said, “Aunt Ash, whenever you get your own place, you better have a room with bunk beds for me and Chloe.” It is one of the best feelings, knowing that you make such an impact on someone so small. Both of these little girls will always be my monkeys, no matter how old we get.