The 7 in 7 poem challenges writers to pen just one line a day. I focused on an individual I know that is overcoming a painful past. This week old issues resurfaced, and I watched from the sidelines, astonished by the pain inflicted and her courage during her time of healing.
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.I nurst them up with pain and care,No cost nor labour did I spareTill at the last they felt their wing,Mounted the Trees and learned to sing.-Anne Bradstreet
My 8x great grandmother, Anne Bradstreet, wrote poetry during the seventeenth century, and she became known as one of America’s first poets. Although she was born in Northhampton, England, in her later years, she resided in Andover, Massachusetts.
One of her poems, In Reference to her Children, the mother and poet wrote about her her love for eight children.
Her first book of poetry, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America, was published in 1650. It was the only book of her poetry printed in her lifetime.
What endures through the ages?
Is it the classic love tale of two wise souls?
Love notes written on their hearts over the years
Or a child that grows in kindness
Dancing on the moon
and singing with the stars
in my thoughts i long to show the world the real me but hesitate from fears of rejection and ridicule…my past still haunts and whispers “you will never measure up…”its words keep me locked in a prison i know is of my own making, believing the thoughtless lyrics like a recording of a song…so i put on a mask and costume to breeze through this world and feign a wondrous show of a life held together by broken hearts and dreams…
On the seventh month-
her mother gave her birth
On the fourth day-
she first cried on this earth.
I came to a fork in the road,
and knew not which way to turn.
Should I scramble to the left?
Should I clamor to the right?
is a singing dolphin,
that gracefully glides
through ocean waters
compassion in its message
If tenderness were an umbrella,