Before you make important decisions, check your heart to see if you have peace.
If there is uneasiness or unrest…don’t move forward until the time is right.
I’m so proud of my niece from a sister from a another mister (LOL), after reading this piece she posted on her blog. She’s an awesome blogger just like her Uncle K. The link to her performance of this great poem is below.
“Lullabies Aren’t Heard in War Zones” – B. Chris Renee
Rock-a-bye baby. On the tree top, When the wind blows The cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby — Cradle and all.
I pray the lord his soul to keep.
He was a soldier in a war her didn’t even know he was fighting.
I didn’t know he’d enlisted.
We didn’t know he’d be dying
He was born around the time Chicago became “Chiraq”
It was a war, but with a draft such that
His birth certificate enlisted him undoubtedly
He and his friends huddled in trenches whispering sweet nothing for the stigma they were combatting
I equipped my son with books
But they had semi-automatics
And we can say the tears were nothing short of automatic
But then comes the “I’m sorry’s” and the “Everything will be okay’s” because he’s in a better place.
Because the best place is here with me because that’s the baby that I raised
I didn’t ask for him to be a martyr for the cause
A poster child for gun-laws
And who woulda thought my love for him didn’t make him bullet proof!
Could the ammunition really weigh more than the adoration I have for my baby boy
The nine months I carried you–separation anxiety because that was the longest I had been away from you and I just don’t know if I can handle a distance that transpires lifetimes
I was the — hand that rocked the cradle.
Many lullabies to get you to sleep
I pray the lord MY soul to keep
We were all rocking our babies when the cradles fell
No warning as if they were under the devil’s spell
But then those cradles turned to caskets
And they just weren’t meant to hold bodies that small.
I wanted my baby cradle and all
Outside these four walls sound like sonic booms and bops
And I’m just waiting for my alarm clock to wake me so I can rock my baby to sleep
So if the storm would stop overcasting the calm
I just wish my lullabies could be louder than the bombs
and down will come baby cradle and all
An amazing thing happens when you get honest with yourself and start doing what you love, what makes you happy. Your life literally slows down. You stop wishing for the weekend. You stop merely looking forward to special events. You begin to live in each moment and you start feeling like a human being. You just ride the wave that is life, with this feeling of contentment and joy. You move fluidly, steadily, calm and grateful. A veil is lifted, and a whole new perspective is born…
Today, while sitting in the park enjoying a nice cup of iced coffee. I was watching a kid leaning how to ride on two wheels for first time. She fell over and over again. But, she kept on trying to master this feat & she never gave up. Pretty soon she will be able roll with the best of them.
In life we are going to fall so many times. But it’s important that we keep getting up and never stop trying. Nothing in life never comes easy and the only time you really fail in life is when you stop trying.
This story has to be one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard of in my life. What kind of animal would shoot and kill a 6 month old baby? RIP Jonylah. I pray that this monster will be caught soon.
Like everyone else. I couldn’t believe the what was going on Friday. My heart is so heavy about the loss of so many young lives. I was sad, angry, confused about the events that took place in those classrooms in Connecticut. At one point I turned off my TV and put on some music. In my Pandora mix Janet Jackson’s “Livin’ In a World (They Didn’t Make) comes on. It was the perfect song to describe the incident that was taking place. Those babies and staff members did not deserved to die. My prayers are going out to the families that are grieving over the lost of their children. May they rest in peace.
Everyone know these are a Mother’s first words.
“Oh shit, I’m pregnant”
Ladies, I hope your day is filled with love and appreciation for all the things you do for your children. Happy Mother’s Day ~ K