Miraquill
Mami
My mother had
Long black shiny hair
Straight down her back
Parted in the middle
I thought it was so elegant
And beautiful, like Cher's.
It was the 70's.
My mother wore her bell bottom
Jeans, a wonderful patchwork
Of every shade of blue
Stitched together in tiny squares.
I used to run my tiny fingers
Over the bumpy seams
As I lay my head in her lap
After kindergarten had ended for the day.
We were on the couch watching the soaps. "The Edge of Night" and "As the World Turns". I was tired as Mami smoothed my curly hair off of my face and gently behind my ear. She lovingly caressed my back as I faded into my nap. I've never felt so safe and loved as in those times.
These were our times...2 years before my little brother came and then right after him it seemed, another brother to love as well.
But in the beginning, it was Mami and me and daddy after work and on weekends.
My Mami taught me so many things; how to play "go fish" and how to hold the cards in my hand so daddy wouldn't cheat. She taught me how to grow seeds in tiny cups of soil and how to plant a tree from an avocado seed.
She taught me how to read by the time I was three. As she held up alphabet flash cards, the consonants were blue and the vowels red. They had a sandy texture as she held my finger to trace all the shapes as she helped me make the right sounds to match. She read me so many, many books. It felt like hours of reading and yet when she put the book down I always begged for more. I owe her for my love and respect of words.
She taught me math, as she first counted to herself in Spanish and then told me in English. I marveled at the way she spoke Spanish with Abuelo and Abuelita, the words like a loud rhythmic song flowing together in a symphony. And I didn't learn it until much later, actually I never spoke it well, but I did come to understand it as it flowed around me at family gatherings. It was such a beautiful mystery to me as a child.
And I remember, going to campuses with my mother. Citrus College and Mt. Sac, as we sat on an old orange comforter with worn spots from sitting. We were surrounded by my mother's heavy textbooks of micro biology and the sciences.
I collected purple flowers for her that fell from the trees around us in the Quad. She taught me how to preserve them in her heavy books. I loved those moments.
And she was always smiling behind her books, absorbing and learning and thinking for herself.
She taught me that too.
As she took off my hot shoes and let me run barefoot while she put her tiny bare feet into the deep green grass around us.
Years later she would get her Master's in bilingual education so she could teach so many others all the lessons she taught me.
She worked so hard to do all of it, and I'm so beyond blessed to say she is still working so hard at being my mother.
I'm forever indebted.
Always loving you Mami,
Happy Mother's Day 2022
Michi.
©mmbftd
#Comfort
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mmbftd
1w
6 0
Midnight musing #18
I remember how you took care of me after our trip to the hospital. Do you too remember making me that omelette and toast just because I was sick and it was my comfort food?
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Weather
You are the seasonless weather that's comfort my heart completely.
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pooma_never_fades
2w
Read MoreGreat tensions on the way,
Drowning in fright,
Breathless at the moment,
Getting into the world,
In search of light,
Exploring the scene,
Every inch of the green,
Slightly in the thought,
Of being woven together
Again by the bright rays,
In to the seeping pain,
Getting ready for the healing,
Yet it accompanies the tears,
Which narates the untold fears,
Heart wrenching in my bosom,
Ready to explode in any moment,
I try hardly to hold it up,
Went in to arms of silence,
Letting my self flow,
In the surreal quietness,
I found my comfort,
Felt myself back,
After a stay in her arms,
Found the comfort in her laps,
Thanked him for this Gift,
In the name of silence.
©pooma_never_fades
Silence is the healer... Of my pains...
@writersnetwork
#human #silence #comfort
#soul #loveHealer called the silence
Great tensions on the way,
Drowning in fright,
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Thanked him for this Gift,
In the name of silence.
©pooma_never_fades
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Comfort Zone
Comfort zones don't prepare you for uncomfortable times.
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It's okay to smile
even though
You are not fine!
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_wanderinglion_
5w
Read MoreYou can call me follower..
You can call me worshipper..
But I'm just a wanderer..
In search of my Lover.
~S.Y
#miraquill @writersnetwork
#pod#love #beloved #hope #search #light #comfort #shield #Lord #everything
@jhanvi07
I don't know why..wAnDeReR
In this dark dark world..
Lord of mine!
I seek your pleasure!
Mercy! My Lord!
In this oh so empty world..
Beloved of mine!
Your Love I'm searching..
Embrace me with it, my Lord!
Since long the people have failed me..
Hope of mine!
Your acceptance I seek..
Accept me, my Lord!
My words fail me too..
Everything of mine!
I long to be yours..
Be mine, my Lord!
My tears solely for My Most Merciful..
Most Merciful of mine!
Listen to this Servant of yours..
Forgive me, my Lord!
I know not how to seek..
Creator of mine!
Accept the pleas of my heart..
Ah! My Lord!
I'm broken by this worldly matter..
Shield of mine!
I seek your calm and your light..
Comfort me, my Lord!
This wanderer, a mere nothing..
King of mine!
I'm searching for the right path..
Guide me, my Lord!
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Humbug
Sometimes you have a chance to win people easily, but don't do this deception for your temporary comfort & selfishness.
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Heaven on Wheels
Cradling boxes roll with wheels.
Shaped and built of fine tuned steels.
The needed system wins big deals.
And the jolly rides are used for reels.
Musical sleepers, tracks and ballasts,
Rattle and ring when the coaches gallop,
Carrying freight and bustling loads,
Cheap and best of comfy modes.
Signal lights like vibrant stars,
Make it safe for rakes of cars.
When the pantograph gets glued to wire,
The motors turn and make a fire.
Trumpeting horns are long and bold.
The experiences never get old.
Trains are worthy, just like gold,
And the excitement is uncontrolled.
©arun_jayaraman
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spalymo1002
8w
Comforter
You came to me today.
Your presence filled the whole room.
You visited me in my room, as I lay on the floor in a pool of tears.
You calmly sat in silence beside me as I sobbed.
You touched my hair, and I felt peace in Your touch.
My heart was aching so badly, but You told me I would be ok.
I could feel Your Spirit lifting the burden of my pain.
You have visited me before, but Ive never needed You as much as I have right now.
Sometimes I search for You.
In things that I felt mattered so much to me.
They didnt...
I have called out to You.
In times that I wanted my own way.
I couldnt hear You...
Ive struggled to feel You near.
But today, I could barely whisper your name in the midst of my grief, and here You are.
Holding me on this floor.
It seems You have always been with me.
I have just never looked with my heart before.
Mjm
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- luvnotes_challenge_host A deeply moving, meaningful, and soulful rendering of the challenge in this memorable, faith affirming piece!! Glad to have read it! Thank you for participating. ✍️
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claralynne 9w
Over Easy
I find peace and appreciate the silence as I stare down at the tiles in the kitchen.
I find myself captivated by their design, and the smell of bacon that surrounds me is comforting.
My perfectly cooked eggs ooze all over my plate, and this makes me grin on the inside.
I am so grateful for these simple moments in the morning before the day has had a chance to break my heart.
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Golden Age of Vipers
Barreling down diverging roads
The twists and turns of each journey
Rambles farther away
From our severed roots
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On the fringes of the badlands
We scatter into it’s cold expanse
Half-mad from Babylon’s fall
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Simmering alone in our scorn
Our tilled patchworks
Claim the still wilderness
Carved in parcels, safe and sovereign
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A long way from ourselves
From our kingdom of spires
We’re entrenched in calm reveries
As the nightmare looms larger
~
Burying the way back
To our solid ground
To our gilded age of vipers
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loftydreams101
10w
Hollow Worlds Drifting Through the Void
Wading back into still green waters
For the luxury of denial
A long, savored trail
Back to palaces of sand
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Turning back
To the rolling hills of a city
Frozen over in the summer
Within coils of grey
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Returned to roam
Beneath a skyline’s defiant lights
On the eve of war
Before the reveries’ collapse
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These hollow worlds
Have spun a long way through the ether
Reclaimed only in the night
Beyond the pull of sleep
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The Comfort..
I sometimes wonder how he might be feeling about himself? And how is he so capable of loving me with all the sadness he faces? Because no matter how bad or the good days are, he never actually fail to give me the warmth i craved for. Maybe compassion it is that we feel for every living being around us, but if it was just the compassion, then why do we feel the pain when they aren't what they were yesterday? Maybe it is the love we feel for each other, because it's more like a flower with thrones; because it blooms whenever we both accept the other the way we are. Maybe because the warmth is comfortable only when there's a love around you!
_ Utkarsha Kalambe
Dt. 5 March 2022 @1:49 hrs IST
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In my darkest hours I find comfort in the fact that the sun will rise again. ☀️
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loftydreams101
11w
A Warm Day's Deception
Idle, in a stream of thoughts
I float away with their deceptions
Drained after roaming
Through a reverie of ashes
~
Among scattered green barges
Beneath the boastful trees
Without a word
I let the murmuring day sail by
~
Clearing space in my mind
For a fevered dream’s bloom
As the years war cries
Rise and fall
To the east
~
Far away from home
From this blank state of mind
Where I turn away in silence
Fearful yet free
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monikasridhar_
12w
For the sake of the love
I've kept alive for these years,
I'll let you walk away since
you never cared to turn back once,
you never tried to receive what I've been sending,
you never wanted to remain mine
and that's why I'm letting this dream die
for no more pain this heart could bear
and it has no courage to see you becoming
somebody's 'mine'.
©monikasridhar_16 2 3
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When I stepped out of my comfort zone I began to excel in everything I thought I couldn't.
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__anjalijha
Hey well penned!
Would you like to work as a co-author in our new book? If you're interested then let me know but this offer is only for Indian
Details: instagram I'd: miss._little._poet
If you're interested then let me know !
Hope you'll not lose this great opportunity!
Have a great day
milankesharwani 13w
Read MoreWord Prompt:
Write a 10-word short write-up on Comfort
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The right place is out of my comfort zone.
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bloodmoon
13w
You are my Teddy.
You call me your Panda,
And i call you my Teddy,
I guess Teddy day was just made for you babe.
I don't need a soft toy,
I just need a hug from you,
I don't need a teddy bear,
When i can have all of you.
We need a teddy bear to share our thoughts and feelings,
We need it to feel comfort and less lonely,
But we can have our own teddy bear,
Its person who stays by our side through everything,
Just like you stay by me.
©bloodmoon
