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My Lost Child
I have lost a child. A child who never saw my face, And never touched my skin. My child, my son, we named Eli. He did not see the light of day In the eve of the 10th day. He was strong, but I was weak. My body couldn’t hold him ‘Til he is ready to peek. That child, we longed for A son to carry our name. A little lamb to his mama Who only wanted to caress him. Wouldn’t it have been wonderful If I carried him to term? For he would’ve been fifteen now, A strong, young man, That his mama would have loved. What could he…
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Love Isn’t Love ‘Til You Give It Away
“A bell is not a bell ‘til you ring it. A song is not a song ‘til you sing it. Love in your heart isn’t put there to stay. Love isn’t love ‘til you give it away.” – Oscar Hammerstein II I was in 5th grade (back in the ’70s) when I first encountered this poem. A classmate of mine wrote this in my slum book. I didn’t know what it meant back then. I even thought that it didn’t make sense. Over the years, however, I found this very meaningful, very touching, and very enlightening. “A bell is not a bell till you ring it.” Indeed, a bell is…
