Posted in Life Musings, poetry

Tea Party

I wrote this poem during my high school days when I was in my third depression, and when I found what an incredible healing tool writing could be. The 14th stanza (I’ve put it in bold.) has become a mantra for me when life splits at the seams.

(Woab! I just had a metacognition flash typing that paragraph: The act of finding something beautiful in a terrible time reflects the poem’s message itself. I found writing in my depression. [Oh, the isometric beauty!])

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Posted in Motherhood, poetry

CaucAsian

Sometimes you are American.

Sometimes you are Japanese.

Sometimes you are somewhere in between.

And whether you are yellow, white, or a touch of cream,

You are just the way God wants you to be.

My children, you are not “half” for you are lacking nothing. You are double.