Post Script: NPM: I will never hold you (Poem 5)

I will never hold you,
never count your perfect hands and toes
or smooth away your downy hair from your wrinkled face.
I will never feel your grip and be proud of your strength.

I will never hear you cry,
wanting what only I can give,
comfort, warmth, sustenance.
I will never decorate your nursery
or pick out baby clothes.
I will never know what you feel like, smell like,
your wants and needs.

I won’t watch you grow,
be proud at your achievements,
and worry for your safety.

I won’t cry on your first day of daycare,
wondering if you’ll be alright.
Share your first Christmas, overdo your first birthday.
Worry about sending you to college.

I will never sing to you until you fall asleep,
talk to you about drugs, sex, friendship, love,
laugh and cry with you.
Hear you call me mama for the first time.

I will never hug you, comfort you,
or get to teach you right from wrong.
I will never fret when you get your first cold,
your first crush, your first heartbreak.

I won’t even give you a name,
hear your heart beat for the first time,
or know whether you’re a boy or girl.

But I will remember you and keep you in my heart.
You will be remembered because I will never forget.

Post Script: NPM: April Spray (Poem 4)

Indigo and cherry bloom towards a sky
clear and cobalt as a still brook,
air moist after an April spray.
Balmy winds hold back what should be a bitter day,
lifting up wet strands of hair, and caressing
the skin of my neck.I push back my backpack, enter the building
and miss all the beauty God is showing me.

Post Script: NPM: IselaRose (Poem 3)

There once grew a rose on an isle
The only flower around for a mile
Then a breeze came by
And made the rose fly
Thoughts of its flight make me smile

Post Script: NPM: Squishy (Poem 2)

There once was a man
He ate squid out of a can
He was sick a lot

Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

Poem 9:

Poem 10:

Poem 11:

Poem 12

Poem 13:

Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

Poem 17:

Poem 18:

Poem 19:

Poem 20:

Poem 21:

Poem 22:

Poem 23:

Poem 24: Haven

Poem 25:

Poem 26:

Poem 27:

Poem 28: He says he loves me

Kreyole Word of the Day: Dansé

Dansé (verb)

Dance

Aswè a nou pral danse lakay Pé Yoyo. (Translation: Tonight we are going dancing at Pé Yoyo’s house.)

Kreyole Word of the Day: Chante

Chante (verb)

Sing

Mwen pral chante demen nan lekòl la. (Translation: I am going to sing at the school tomorrow.)

Book Report: Marooned (The Communion Wars #1) by P.J. Druce

Marooned (The Communion Wars #1)Marooned by P.J. Druce

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

High above the streets, the skyscrapers in the cities of the American Union exude wealth, luxury, and for the privileged few, immortality. Those with the means to take Communion are immune to the diseases and risks that ravage those who live outside the city walls. While life is a struggle for the less affluent, their existence is subsidized by the rich. Food and medicine are cheap, transportation is free–and for those with needed skills–indentured servitude to the wealthy or to the government can buy your own expanded longevity. They are two different worlds, and those above and those below share little in common except for one thing: A love for the Professional Seeder matches, where immortal combatants fight until only one is left standing.

With two weeks left before her sixteenth birthday, Punk Jordan lives out the last days of her mortal existence by competing in underground Seeder matches where only the best martial artists excel and the rules stop the moment the match begins. The daughter of William Jordan, founder of the company that makes the Communion drug, Punk’s elevation to immortality is guaranteed and a life of fame and wealth on the professional circuit awaits. But when those closest to her–including her own mentally ill mother–turn out to be part of a heretical anti-government movement, her comfortable life is shattered. To protect those she loves the most, Punk flees the only home she’s ever known and is forced to make choices that weigh family against compassion, privilege against promises and love against immortality itself. Continue reading

Book Report: Icefall by Matthew J. Kirby

IcefallIcefall by Matthew J. Kirby

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Trapped in a hidden fortress tucked between towering mountains and a frozen sea, Solveig, along with her brother the crown prince, their older sister, and an army of restless warriors, anxiously awaits news of her father’s victory at battle. But as winter stretches on, and the unending ice refuses to break, terrible acts of treachery soon make it clear that a traitor lurks in their midst. A malevolent air begins to seep through the fortress walls, and a smothering claustrophobia slowly turns these prisoners of winter against one another.

Those charged with protecting the king’s children are all suspect, and the siblings must choose their allies wisely. But who can be trusted so far from their father’s watchful eye? Can Solveig and her siblings survive the long winter months and expose the traitor before he succeeds in destroying a kingdom? Continue reading

Book Report: Superior Saturday (Keys to the Kingdom #6) by Garth Nix

Superior Saturday (Keys to the Kingdom Series #6)Superior Saturday by Garth Nix

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

On the sixth day, there was sorcery.

Arthur Penhaligan has wrested five of the Keys from their immortal guardians, the Trustees of the Will. But gaining the Sixth Key poses a greater challenge than any he has faced before. Superior Saturday is not just one of the Trustees – she is also the oldest Denizen and the most powerful and knowledgeable sorcerer within the House. She has tens of thousands of sorcerers at her command, and she has been preparing her forces all along for the Will’s escape and the activities of the Rightful Heir.

As Saturday’s schemes become evident, Arthur is beset on all sides. The House is being destroyed, and only the power of the Keys can hold back the tide of destruction. Arthur’s home city is under attack. His allies are unreliable. He can’t even get into the apparently impregnable Upper House . . .  and even if he does, finding the Sixth Part of the Will and gaining the Sixth Key might not be enough to counter Saturday’s bid for ultimate power.

Can Arthur survive?

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