A PIECE OF ME

—written by Emily This poem was written when Emily was coping with
sexual abuse that occurred in her childhood.

I have a friend that no one knows
She’s always there to listen
She holds my hand and

I BELONG TO MY FAMILY

This poem represents “the ties that bind.” It was written by Linda to my daughter in 1985. And Linda is the mother of Emily, a long-distance member of the Beanery Writers Group. This poem will be filed in Emily’s folder, WR/V EMILY at this site, the Beanery Online Literary Magazine Vol. 2, where you can read Emily’s submissions.

 

To view illustrations for this story, pictures of my daughter at age 13 and Emily at age 5, click on www.flickr.com/photos/beaneryonlineliterarymagazine and scroll down.

—written by Linda

I belong to my family as they do to me
There’s an ultimate love there I’ll sometimes not see.
There’s going to be things I won’t understand,
But I know they love me and I’m in good hands.
There will be times when we all disagree
But I know they’re there to protect and guide me.
They love me more than any one will
As I’ll realize when I pay my own bills.
As I diaper my baby and feed him each day
I’ll care for and love him the very same way.

MY HAPPY PLACE

—written by Emily

Spectacular sunsets rise and fall suspending surreal contentment Unable to hear distraction’s call or feel the slightest resentment   I close my eyes and face the wind (click on MY HAPPY PLACE  to read the rest of this poem)

EMILY AND MR. SPIDER

I found this story in my files. A couple of weeks ago I’d spoken to Emily on the phone. She’s grown up now, with a child of her own. I hope her son enjoys this little story written by his mother when she was just a child herself. (This was first posted in Volume I of the Beanery Online Literary Magazine)

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One morning Miss Emily got up and went to play in her toy bucket.

“YUCH,” said Miss Emily. “There is something in the toy bucket I’m afraid of. It has big legs and it looks SCARY. THROW IT AWAY, ‘cause I’m getting scareder.”

“Emily, It’s only a plastic toy spider. It won’t hurt you.”

“But I’m scared.”

“A toy won’t hurt you,” I told her. “It somebody wants to scare you with a toy spider you don’t want to be afraid, because they would continue to try to scare you. Some kids thing it’s fun to scare other kids this way.”

“GET THAT SPIDER OUT OF HERE!”

“Emily, how many legs does this spider have?”

REACH OUT

—written by Emily

Too many people are dying and crying
 
while being swept under society’s rug
 
Too many mothers are helplessly sighing
 
while dead beat dads walk off and shrug
 
 
 
What is the planet coming to,
 
as the whole world falls to it’s knees
 
Why can’t we all come

THOUGHTS FOR DAVID

Words of wisdom for my son: Dearest David Faith matters. I’m not just talking religion here. I’m talking about believing in something… anything. It inspires, and drives the heart’s of those that possess it. Faith can be so very powerful. Love matters a great deal. It can lift you up and comfort you when everything else is falling down around you. It is the doorway to a seemingly endless stream of emotions. Love can be fierce, and gentle. Always keep your heart and eyes open. Love is ever-changing and unpredictable. Compassion… A little compassion can be the saving grace to someone in their darkest hour. Be warm, and caring… It’s contagious! Honesty is extremely important. My mother used to tell me that character is what you do when no one is looking.. Having the trust of someone is something that should be treasured and protected. Trust is hard to get, easy to lose, and even harder to gain again. Life is much easier when the people around you can trust you and believe in you. Be true to yourself and those around you. It won’t always be easy, but you will be stronger and happier for it. Take nothing and no one for granted. Life’s moments are dynamic and over in the blink of an eye. So intelligent, strong, and sweet… I am so proud of you, and so very lucky to be your mother. I believe in you always. Much Love, Emily