Hello and thank you for reading my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Monday Poetry Edition” where I share with you the reader either one of my own creations from days gone past or another piece that someone else has written over the years that I have cherished or has touched my heart. Make sure take a look back at my past blogs to get a fair sampling of my flow…I will be honest though and tell you that other than the poem that I revamped for the prologue of my memoir “HerStory – Victim to Victorious” I have not written anything lyrically sound in many years. With that being said, there have been many positive and rewarding events that have been happening in my life lately and it seems to me that I have been feeling the writing itch again as of late, possibly some future blogs? Guess you will have to come back and find out *wink*
Today I am sharing a poem that is near and dear to my heart and that I have been toting around the yellowed printed version since the day I wrote it back in February of 1995 for my eldest son at the time who would have been 2 and a half years old. I was not aware at the time of writing it that I would be blessed with 2 sons that this poem would pertain to. Hopefully, you have read my memoir “HerStory – Victim to Victorious” and you will know that although my children have always had an abundance of love, support and respect showered on them in our home, the rest of the world has not always been so kind to them. I won’t go into details here, if you don’t already have one, you will need to get your copy today to fully understand where I am coming from. Just know that BOTH of my sons too have survived abuses and trauma that as children they should not have had to experience and despite that have grown into strong, sensitive, intelligent and talented young men and I cannot express enough to the world how proud I am of each of them as individuals.
I find that I am more sentimental about this poem more recently as my eldest son has lived away from home in foreign lands and my youngest has just graduated from high school. It makes me reminiscent of days not so long ago when all I had to do was call their name out and they would be there and realistic of the days which have become more frequent that they are not. I was a single mom to my sons for 18 years before I was able to love myself enough in order for someone else to love me, so I know the hardships and frustration that come from doing it all alone...yet I wouldn’t have changed a second of it.
In honor of all of the moms and dads out there that have had to struggle to make sure that their children succeed in life and have sacrificed of yourself selflessly while your children are unknowing of your plight...I thank you for naturing AND nurturing your children. The world is a better place with my children and yours in it. As a woman that lived under a purple sky that was bruised by abuse, addiction, and trauma for a better part of my life, I can tell you that if not for the love and patience of my children, my precious sons, I would not be the living my life under a clear blue sky as the victorious and loving/loved woman in love with the man that I am today. Cheers ! To my sons and your sons and daughters! May they live and love under a bright blue sky as we are Proud, Blessed and Thankful!
When you were born I cried a tear
My thoughts of being a mother filled me with fear
You came into this world nervous and scared
Unconditional love we mutually shared
I saw your little face, hands and feet
It made my heart skip a beat
You are so tiny and helpless; I don’t know what to do
We play and work together; your patience pulls me through
I know I’m not the best but I’m doing all I can
I’m here to help you grow and learn and teach you to be a man.
Deborah Kinisky Feb 7, 1995
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