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Sunday, October 9, 2016

My Son--While You Were Sleeping

My son, as your sweet breath caressed my face and your tiny fingers spread open on your pillow, for you I said a prayer.
I prayed that you would grow up to be a champion.
I realize the magnitude of the responsibility placed upon me to ensure that your place in this world is well defined.
As you grow up to be a young boy, a young man--a man who will one day raise his own family,
I prayed that you will be strong, be courageous, and be brilliant.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mom, for all the Times

For the time that you carried me,
For the times that you cared for me,
For the times that you’ve nursed me,
For the times that you’ve nurtured me,

Thursday, March 12, 2015

My Son

My son,
Your smile melts my worries
Your baby talk softens my heart
Your presence reminds me of the precious gift that you are.

My son,

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

What Do You Do?

When it seems like all hope is lost,
And your every move takes you back to your past
What do you do?
How do you begin to move forward when every step you take pushes you back?

What do you do when you can't breathe and there's no one around to give you air?
You reach out! You grasp! You choke!
You get slapped right where it hurts!

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

I can't breathe

I can't breathe 
The mother who struggles with two or three jobs trying to keep food on the table for her children;

I can't breathe
The child who tries to do good but is constantly being bullied;

I can't breathe
The father who struggles to find his place in a world that does not value his humanity;

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Loie Writes: Beautiful Butterfly

Loie Writes: Beautiful Butterfly: You are beautiful, your colors are vibrant. You have so much life. I saw you flutter, I saw you spread your wings and fly away But then yo...