So beautiful
appears my reflexion
in the mirror.
Two round breasts,
silky skin, smooth curves.
Never before did I spend
much time admiring
these assets until now.
Soon I will lose one of these beauties;
A knife will take it away,
will destroy this awsome sight,
this breast that gave life
to three children, and
much pleasure to me and my man.
I'm saying good-bye.
~.~.~.~
My life is a roller-coaster:
One day I fly high, and
the next I sink to the
bottom of the pits.
I crave support, love and warmth,
and receive them from unexpected sources,
whereas my closest kin
seem dry, cold and aloof.
Why can't I be loved and
respected by my beloved?
Why do I have to ask for love
when strangers offer it to me on a platter?
~.~.~.~
To leave this world unaffected
by me is like admitting failure.
I haven't made a difference.
I didn't make this world a
better place by my breaths.
I did bring to the world
three beautiful creatures.
Is that my legacy?
Have I shown them the way?
Will they make the world
a better place?
Is there a path traced in the
sand to show others a way to follow?
~-~-~-~
Passing by without a motion
like a sail-boat pushed by wind
Some die, some live
unaware of their surroundings,
oblivious to the breeze.
Awake by night they seem
ruthless climbing any first ladder
Some live, some die
desirous of the impossible
reaching it in their death.
~*~*~*~
Take me to that desired place
where dreams are made and lived.
Take me far away from here
so I can live my wants.
Let's fly together transformed by love
Let's swing and dance
on our journey.
You'll be my prince and
I'll be that enchanting fairy.
~.~.~.~
A rare moment of intimacy
Wet looks piercing deep
A soft touch
A soothing voice
She took the initiative
My daughter,
My love.
~*~*~*~
Every breath taken
with no pain,
every stream of sun light
over my closed eye lids,
this tender position of
a cradled babe,
a confortable position
finally attained,
all seem like a miracle,
a moment in paradise,
a cherished moment
that will not be forgotten,
that will be stretched as
far away from the hell
just lived.
~*~*~*~
I have a Barbie breast,
a very valued prize I won.
My natuaral bouncing sagging
breast is gone, cut away by knife.
I have a Barbie breast,
Looking seventeen at most.
Is it youth that I gained,
or maturity that I refuse to lose?
My body looks new and different,
but my soul is still the same.
I no longer play the violin;
The mandoline is my new game.
~.~.~.~
Today it's pain at every step,
a torture at each turn.
I want to cry and
demand why recovery is so long?
Patience, confidence, and hope
are my resources on this day.
Friends pouring their gifts
and thoughts are blessings.
One day at a time, a moment
by moment, breath in and breath out
I keep a smile on my face and
know I am alive.
~.~.~
"To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts..."... -Thoreau
~.~.~.~
Facing me on my doulorous bed
my two cats are taking
their morning baths.
One sitting, one lying, they
follow a routine:
First their arms, then their heads,
then their thighs, chests,
and finally their backs.
There must be volumes written on this art which i have ignored till now.
Lick, lick, lick they go untiring,
hypnotising me in their rythm.
Then they fall asleep, drawing me
with them away from pain
into their feline world, curling
into that warm fur of ablivion.
Last updated 1/26/03