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Just One? Revolutionary Blogging Poem

When did “Just one?”
become
a question
setting us numb?
and causing indigestion
when asked,
as aspersions are cast
at mealtime?

Couldn’t it be
just as easily
a statement
that meant:
“Oh, just one!”
as in good?
Like Solomon,
so understood?

Or Just as you are inside,
validated,
with nothing to hide?
Openly justified?

So instead of feeling duress
at mealtime,
avoid that stress:
Think of “Just one?” as sublime,
and joyfully answer “I am! Yes!”

A Painful Birthday Poem For My Daughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

I stuck out my foot and broke her arm.
I laughed ’til she cut her face.
I watched her play ’til a shoulder
blew harshly out of its place.

I held her, gently, down
as needles tapped her spine.
She looked at me, surprised,
and winced but didn’t whine.

I sat there and listened
as she poured out what was inside.
It was my shoulder she reached for
when she broke down and cried.

But none of those childhood pains can even start
To compare to the trust lost when I broke her tender heart.

A Birthday Sonnet For My Daughter

You, daughter, and I are apart
By physical distance.
By directions of the heart.
By life’s circumstance.

By twists and turns
Caused by poor choices made;
By hard lessons not learned;
By words said and unsaid.

Yet in my heart, mind and soul,
You dwell with me.
Everywhere I go,
You’re with me constantly.

No matter how far apart we may roam
In my heart you’ll always have a home.

Giving Her Control: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

She felt as though she/
had no control, so I gave/
it back. It’s now hers.

Or
it back. She must do.
Or
… so I quit
helping her escape.

Written after my daughter claimed she had no control in her life, then called me begging me to come get her from a treatment center she could leave on her own.

My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.

Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.

Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.

Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.

Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.