POEM: Reflection... 156

• Moda
• 28-06-2023 10:00

I look in the mirror and I think about my mother. My reflection reminds me of her when she was my age.  I look at my face,  And I see my mother in my own eyes.  I look at my arms,  And I remember her arms when she was holding and hugging me as a little girl,  When she was singing me lullabies at bedtime.  Sometimes I sing my childhood lullabies to my baby,  And it feels like my mother is there with me,  Like an angel observing me from a discreet distance.  I remember my mother’s love flowing through the lullaby rhymes when she was singing it to me as a young child.  And now I whisper it to my baby when I sing for him at night.  I am truly my mother’s daughter. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 33.

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POEM: Elmo... 149

• Moda
• 27-06-2023 10:00

When my son was two years old, His favorite toy was Elmo.  The red furry monster from the kids’ movies was his best friend and his companion.  He loved taking Elmo with him everywhere.  He loved hugging him,  Kissing him,  Tucking him in when he was going to bed at night.  It was my love for my baby.  It was his love for Elmo.  I was telling him “I love you” every night.  He was telling Elmo “I love you” every night.  Love you baby.  Love you Elmo.  Love transcending. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 32.

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POEM: September Baby... 265

• Moda
• 26-06-2023 10:00

My son was born on a September night.  It was 3 AM when I first held him in my arms.  He announced his coming into this world the prior December,  The holiday season.  I couldn’t possibly wish for a better Christmas gift. Many of my friends’ children were born in September.  My baby, her oldest, his youngest, both of their kids.  There are so many September birthdays in my circle  That every year we throw a giant birthday party  For everybody born in September.  Lots of babies born in September,  Lots of kids to celebrate. And all of them were conceived by their parents in December.  The Christmas season.  The holiday cheer.  We tend to love each other over the holiday season more than the rest of the year.  So much so that the month of December has become a baby boom for u

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POEM: Childbirth... 278

• Moda
• 25-06-2023 10:00

I want to be your mother. Your father and I love each other,  And we’re anxiously waiting for the wonderful news.  Finally, an angel tells me what I wish to hear.  You will come into my life,  And I will be your mother.  A new life grows in me.  I hear your first heartbeat.  Two hearts beating in unison,  Mother and son.  And then you are here.  I feel a sharp pain.  Like a thousand knives stabbing me.  I scream.  But screaming is good,  And I am grateful for screaming,  Because it pulls me through the pain,  And I bravely take it.  It’s worth all the pain just to have you here.  And now you are in my arms,  And I am so blessed to meet you.  child, my most cherished treasure.  I cry, but it’s a happy cry.  The pain still stabs me with a thousa

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POEM: Pregnancy... 318

• Moda
• 24-06-2023 10:00

When I was pregnant with my child, I dreamed about my mother being pregnant with me.  When I had my morning sickness,  I could feel my mother’s sickness  As she carried me in her womb.  When I felt my pain,  I felt my mother’s pain too.  When I couldn’t sleep at night,  I knew that neither she could sleep all those years ago when she was expecting me.  Now I know how my mother felt,  As I felt the same pain.  My mother is a saint.  Motherhood is saint.

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POEM: City of Lights, City of Love... 142

• Moda
• 23-06-2023 13:28

We’re in Paris. It’s been my biggest dream to come here.  La Tour Eiffel.  Trocadéro.  Arc de Triomphe.  Champs-Élysées.  Louvre.  La Pyramide.  Arc du Carrousel.  Place de la Concorde.  L’Obélisque de Louxor.  La Seine.  Les bateaux-mouches.  Les bouquinistes.  Pont Neuf.  Notre-Dame de Paris. Île de la Cité.  Sainte-Chapelle.  Le Quartier Latin.  La Sorbonne.  Montmartre.  Moulin Rouge.  Sacré-Cœur.  And I love you more than anything else in the world.  It’s the two of us in Paris, and I am so happy to be here with you. When we return, I want us to be the three of us.  City of lights, city of love. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toro

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POEM: Orgasm... 137

• Moda
• 22-06-2023 13:35

A ball of energy electrifies my entire body. It builds up in my core,  And it explodes into a million intense sensations.  It travels throughout my body,  It makes its way through all my limbs,  My arms,  My legs.  My nervous system is a highway. It goes all the way,  And it stops in my fingers and toes,  The terminus station of my body.  It accumulates at the end of my body,  And it doesn’t have anywhere else to go.  I feel the energy in my fingers and toes.  It’s so intense that it hurts.  But it’s a sweet pain which I never resent.  You kiss me and I take it in. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 23.

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POEM: Valentine... 194

• Moda
• 21-06-2023 09:30

Once a year we take a day to celebrate love.Valentine’s, the day of love. Cherish your loved one. Show them you care. Show them they are precious. Show them they are the most important person in the world to you. Show them you know better than taking them for granted. It doesn’t have to be in a pompous way. It can be small or big. Hearts, flowers, chocolates, plush toys, dinners, vacations, cuddling, hugs, kisses – there isn’t a wrong way to show love. You do that every day anyway. But celebrate it on Valentine’s Day.

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POEM: The Commute... 150

• Moda
• 20-06-2023 13:03

7 AM, I’m driving on the highway. It’s a long commute to work.  You and I both.  Hours and hours spent on the commute every day.  We leave at 7 AM,  Hope to be home by 6 PM.  And then once we’re home,  We cook,  We have dinner,  We take care of our son,  And we go to sleep at 10 PM.  Routinely so.  Then the next day we start all over again.  It’s the same story for millions of other couples across the continent.  So, let’s do something about it.  It’s 7 AM, we’re on our way to work.  I commute, you commute, we commute.  And we dial up.  Good morning Honey, how is your commute going?  I’m at Yonge Street.  I have a traffic jam ahead of me.  Hey, I meant to mention something… And w

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POEM: Love Letter... 144

• Moda
• 19-06-2023 10:00

My dear beloved,  We are far away from each other,  But my thoughts are always with you.  My heart is always beating for you.  The distance between us is all so painful,  And I am waiting impatiently for the happy day when we can see each other again.  I dream about you every night.  The dreams are so vivid that they make me feel that you are next to me,  That I can touch you.  And then I wake up in the morning in cold disappointment that it was just a dream,  That what I was touching was just the pillow on the other side of the bed,  And I am bound to spend yet another day without you by my side.  I wish I could find the magic to transport myself into the dream world where I can always be with you, Where nothing can stand between us.  But one day soon we will be together again,  And nothing indeed will stand be

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