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mommyfish




 
 
    
 

Post Sun, Apr 26 2020, 10:41 pm
Gamzehyaavor - that is beautiful and so heartfelt. May HaShem be with you and guide you
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Sunny Days




 
 
    
 

Post Sun, Apr 26 2020, 10:42 pm
mommyfish wrote:
Gamzehyaavor - that is beautiful and so heartfelt. May HaShem be with you and guide you

Ameiin!
thanks so much Smile
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Ima Piano




 
 
    
 

Post Sun, Apr 26 2020, 10:50 pm
Wow we've got talent
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Cheshire cat




 
 
    
 

Post Sun, Apr 26 2020, 10:58 pm
Thrivet,
I remember reading your poem in the ami. It was published quite a while ago, wasn't it?

I was so moved then, and I am now.
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ExtraCredit




 
 
    
 

Post Sun, Apr 26 2020, 11:04 pm
thriver wrote:
I’ll post the pre-published version (that’s what I could find):

On Life and Laundry

I remember
Looking at my oldest
As a newborn
In the neonatal ICU
He had so many wires
All hooked up

When he was finally
Able to wear something
More than just a diaper
And we were able to dress him
In a beautiful tiny
Preemie stretchy
And my husband
Did the baby’s laundry
For the first time
He held the tiny stretchy
And we felt so blessed
And we relished
Washing and folding
The laundry

Now here I am
Nine years
Three children
Later
Thirty years old
Eight rounds of chemo
One mastectomy
Twenty something rounds of radiation
Later
And the help is no longer
What it was
What I needed
Could not function
Without
This past year
And the laundry is piling
And I can’t keep up
And it is hard
And it is not easy
And my strength is not what it once was

And I cry a little more easily
And it is overwhelming
But I try to remember
How blessed I am
To be alive
To be here
Functioning
And doing my family’s laundry

I am not complaining about endless laundry EVER AGAIN!! Crying
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thriver




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 7:41 am
mommyfish wrote:
Gamzehyaavor - that is beautiful and so heartfelt. May HaShem be with you and guide you


I guess I was too slow... Hope you’ll be comfortable pming me your writing gamzehyaavor... 😊 id love to read it
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thriver




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 7:46 am
Cheshire cat wrote:
Thrivet,
I remember reading your poem in the ami. It was published quite a while ago, wasn't it?

I was so moved then, and I am now.


Yes BH it was about three years ago (just turned 33 and still celebrating every day! BH). But it’s good I was reminded because I definitely still have endless laundry and it still overwhelms me... 😆

But I do try to remember that perspective.

Coronavirus has certainly reawakened that for me. I am not in charge of a single thing. That was the lesson I learned during my “cancer year” and it is being taught now in a BIG way. And I am trying to be grateful for everything I do have and recognize that it is all from Hashem. He is in control of it all. This is in our face during in these Coronavirus times. We cannot control a thing EXCEPT our attitude.
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PinkFridge




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 8:41 am
Boca00 wrote:
As you buckle your seatbelt,


Where does the seat belt fit in?
And what a scenario. The family on the Zoom date...glad I didn't make my coffee yet.
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mamma llama




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 12:27 pm
PinkFridge wrote:
Where does the seat belt fit in?


It could be anything. It could be an amusement park ride, a car seat belt, a high chair... It can be whatever you want it to be or you can skip that part! Wink


By the way, all of you are incredibly talented! Very Happy
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iamawesome




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 12:43 pm
thunderstorm wrote:
The Artist Within Me

Today I took some acrylic paint
Set up a canvas and took a brush in hand
I began to create a picture
One that I could understand

First it was just a bunch of strokes
In various colors and hues
Then beautiful colored fruit popped up
Sitting in a bowl of different shades of blues

My instinct was to show off my work
And I sent the photo of my painting to my dad
He then sent me a photo of a drawing
the only one that he had

It was signed with my name and dated March 14 , 1998 on a yellowing sheet
And there was a beautiful drawing of my father , drawn to perfection and neat

Every person I showed the drawing to recognized my father at first glance
I kept looking at it over and over whenever I had a chance

I never realized what an artist I was or how well I was able to draw
But that pencil drawing from over 20 years ago is so real and so raw

There was this very real talent within me
That I did not recognize
Only today I discovered that
And it made me realize

That sometimes we have gifts that are deep within ourselves
But we forget about them and they gather dust on their shelves

I finally took that talent out , and wiped her clean today
I brought out my ability to draw and paint
And expressed myself in a new way

It took a very old drawing to discover my gifts that I’ve been granted
And now I am embracing that which Hashem gave me , I feel so enchanted

The last twenty years I’ve been too busy to stop and appreciate
But now I have the opportunity for some introspection and it’s never too late

I didn’t allow all of my talents to be used to the max
I was too busy running a household and in those areas I was lax

But now that I have some more time on my hands
And I don’t have to deal with too many daily demands

I will take the time to acknowledge the talents and gifts I was granted by the One Above
Who gave them to me , for me to use with joy and with love

Thank you Hashem for making me aware of that today
Im so grateful for all you’ve given me and will try to remember that each day.

This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
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thriver




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 1:28 pm
iamawesome wrote:
This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing!


Yes I agree. And I would love to see all of the drawings too... can you post them? Please?
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Boca00




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 6:54 pm
PinkFridge wrote:
Where does the seat belt fit in?
And what a scenario. The family on the Zoom date...glad I didn't make my coffee yet.


Whoops that wasn't clear. She was Zooming from her car to avoid her nosy family members from listening it... which obviously didn't work!
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PinkFridge




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 7:11 pm
Boca00 wrote:
Whoops that wasn't clear. She was Zooming from her car to avoid her nosy family members from listening it... which obviously didn't work!


I can see why it seemed so obvious ;-D
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thunderstorm




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 7:32 pm
I vividly remember the day the new girl joined my Pre 1 A class. Her name was Bracha. She was from Yerushalayim. She didn’t speak English. And she had a beautiful long sleek braid down her back.
Her parents came together holding each of her hands . Her father had a smile and dark lensed glasses. And her mother had a smile with a pretty colored tichel.
They looked so happy ,but the new girl looked so scared and sad and uncertain.
I recall the moment her parents waved goodbye and left the classroom. She cried out hysterically. She was a stranger in a strange land, in a new school and she didn’t understand the language the girls were conversing in. She felt so alone.
I tried going over to her to offer my friendship , but she receded into the wall of coats that were hanging on the hooks.
The following day only her father came along with her to school. She gripped
on tightly to his pants and refused to budge. Her father tried soothing her and then handed her a bag of snacks and sweets as a bribe. The moment he left , she forgot about the sweets and began sobbing and crying.
This went on for a while until , the new girl started feeling familiar with her new environment.
Every day her father brought her to school, holding her hand and every day when he left she cried. But eventually she knew she’d be going home soon and she would see her father once again when she’d get home.
Last week I was skimming through the Misaskim website and I took note of those that were sitting shiva after losing family members to Covid19.
And there jumping out at me was Bracha’s name. She was now sitting shiva . She was once again crying for her father. She’s been sobbing hysterically, because he left her behind amongst so much uncertainty . But this time she couldn’t find comfort. No sweets, nor snacks could ease that pain because this time he left his dear daughter forever.
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thriver




 
 
    
 

Post Mon, Apr 27 2020, 10:20 pm
Thunderstorm, wow... your memories are so vivid and your comparison so powerful.

May the Father of all orphans bring us all home soon.
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Layla2




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Apr 28 2020, 12:39 am
It rests deep inside me
Squashed beneath the layers
Of false identities created
Relentlessly trying to please
To agree, conform, impress
Of working harder than I should
More devoted than I knew how
Wearing myself thin and sore
Depleting my inner being
Down to my very core
Lest I disappoint
Or cause a dent in the giving cycle
In any which way

It rests deep inside me
true colors that are rightfully mine
A complex combination
Of muted tones
And soft hues
Combined with a pop of bold
So afraid to reflect and shine through
For I have been mightily trying
To hide beneath a facade
To take on the popular opinion
And proving to be
A seasoned people pleaser
In any which way

It rests deep inside me
Bursting at its seams
The desire to let go
Of the invisible walls
That have built itself
Around my delicate heart
And strong voice
That I am proud to say
Will now be heard
It will speak the truth
And feel deeply
As there's no shame left
In any which way
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mrs me




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Apr 28 2020, 1:47 am
mommyfish wrote:
I posted this on a different thread but gonna post here also. Some backstory to this poem.... my daughter was given a horrible medical diagnosis when I was pregnant with her. The daily nissim we see are unbelievable. Definitely open to critique.

FOR THIS, I PRAYED (a terrible twos poem)

They say it is a stage,
That passes with the age,
That it’s a two year olds right
As she giggles with delight
Cuz this once angelic daughter
Poured a cup of her bath water
All over me.

I hug her with affection
And I have a recollection
That for this, I prayed

They say it is a phase
But my eyes begin to glaze
When this trouble-making child
Gets a little bit too wild
And jumps around the cart
In the local store or mart
And I try to put a stop
But it’s getting hard to shop
Cuz although she’s very teeny
She’s a miniature Houdini.
And I can’t keep up.

It’s a personal reminder
That I really shouldn’t mind her,
Because for this, I prayed.

They say it passes by
In the swift blink of an eye
But this little one’s quite clever
And each day feels like forever
With the crayon on the walls
And the never ending falls
And the third dinner I’ve cooked
Finds its way to every nook
And when nighttime comes around
She just doesn’t settle down
Till the wee hours.

As she starts to relax
And I’m ready to collapse
I say, “for this, I prayed.”

They say it gets much better
But my two year old trendsetter
Decides she wants to wear
Clips and headbands in her hair
And the red pants and pink sweater
I debate if I should let her
It’s the height of current style
And I can’t help but smile
At her opinions.

And she looks like a clown
As we walk around the town
But for this, I prayed

When her face and hands are sticky
When the floor becomes quite icky
And she gets in the way
Of her bigger sisters play
And I try to settle fights
And she looks a sorry sight
When she removes her bib
And climbs out of her crib
When she dances through the heap
Of the stuff I tried to sweep
When her bowl becomes a crown
And I feel like I might drown
From exhaustion.

When she runs away while dressing
I marvel at my blessing
Because for this, I prayed.

Though my little daughters actions
Can serve as a distraction
And sometimes I forget
But I try hard to reset
And I thank the One Above
For this child that I love.
Infinitely.

After all, for this, I prayed.



this is one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever read in my entire life...!!!!
the message.. the wording... the rythm ... so easy to read... it's incredible
thank you for sharing
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ssspectacular




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Apr 28 2020, 7:47 am
I wrote this at a very difficult time. I went to the beach frequently. It soothed me tremendously.

The sand is warm and soft and kind
I spread out on its endless face
It welcomes me with outstretched arms
What peace I find in this soothing place!
Relax my child, for all is well
Relax, my child. ki imanu kayl

The sun is strong and warm and safe!
Healing me with its love embrace
A magnet draws me toward happiness
My heart expands in this comforting place!
Relax, my child, deep breaths now
Ani asisi vaani esa!

The water is moving, placid and calm
Wave upon wave, in rhythmic pace
Engulfing me with its gentle flow
I find true rest in this tranquil place
Relax, my child, release and wait!
Ani esbol vaamalet
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amother
Saddlebrown


 

Post Tue, Apr 28 2020, 8:16 am
My body wakes up
With a start
Is it morning?
No
It’s in the middle of the night.
I feel fully awake.
Jolted.
I can’t sleep
So many things happened
It’s hopeless to process them
They overtake me.
This never happened before.
I could always use my mind
To reign things in.
But I don’t know anymore
What’s going on.
I just feel....
Like I need a break
Or a salvation
Or something
I simply don’t know where I am.
I’m terrified of this nowhere land.
I try to grab onto a support beam
But my support beam died
And I can’t live with the loss.
I am so sad
And scared
And uprooted.
And I don’t know how to soothe myself.
I wish I could cry.
Meanwhile. I am lost. And broken.
And it’s been awhile.
And I’m simply
Scared.
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ssspectacular




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Apr 28 2020, 8:19 am
amother [ Saddlebrown ] wrote:
My body wakes up
With a start
Is it morning?
No
It’s in the middle of the night.
I feel fully awake.
Jolted.
I can’t sleep
So many things happened
It’s hopeless to process them
They overtake me.
This never happened before.
I could always use my mind
To reign things in.
But I don’t know anymore
What’s going on.
I just feel....
Like I need a break
Or a salvation
Or something
I simply don’t know where I am.
I’m terrified of this nowhere land.
I try to grab onto a support beam
But my support beam died
And I can’t live with the loss.
I am so sad
And scared
And uprooted.
And I don’t know how to soothe myself.
I wish I could cry.
Meanwhile. I am lost. And broken.
And it’s been awhile.
And I’m simply
Scared.

Wow! So appropriate!
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