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My Poem of the Day

(07/29/14)

An Unrequited Love

There once was a man

who when he was a boy

Had ideas of what he hoped his

love would grow to be when he was of the dating age

He watched the love his parents shared with one another

He watched couples walk the streets hand in hand

With their eyes locked

Their looks made you feel if you were invading a special and private moment

He couldn’t wait til he was older

So that he too could have that look

With a woman meant just for him

And share those feelings with a woman he would come to love

At age 29 settled in his work

Still close to his family

He had found love

Someone who shared the same direction

The same views on life, love and family

He now felt it was time

That they were ready

To buckle down

Join forces and get married

On a tropical Hawaiian Island he asked his true love for her hand in marriage

He was taken aback by her pause and hesitation

She replied that it just dawned on her that this was never what she truly wanted

She never set out to end up married

For now her career was her focus

Love would have to take a back seat

And said if you’re not willing

It’s time to go our separate ways

And with that his love was ended

He returned home to his family with his heart-broken

His love now unrequited

Where would he go

What would he do

But now it would become his focus

No more sitting back waiting for love to find him

He would open his heart

And open his mind

To see where love might find him

Always knowing that love is worth the time and the wait


Copyright 2014

An Unrequited Love©

Felina Silver Robinson

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My Poem of the Day

July 28, 2014

Tornado

This morning when I woke up

The sky was bright and cheery

As the moments passed

I heard the winds talking

Gathering up their strength

The sun ran for cover

The sky turned a mystical gray

There was a stillness in the air

Suddenly there was a chill to the air

Things outdoors started to toss about

The rain poured down forcefully

Trees ripped from the ground flying about like lost umbrellas

Landing on houses and cars

Houses are obliterated in seconds

People run for shelter unknowing of their fate

Screams of voices without faces

I close my eyes tightly and cover my ears

My hearts pounding

My bodies shaking

I’m counting the seconds that might be my last

As I start to pray

The warmth of the sun starts to heat upon my face

There’s no longer the sound of the beating wind

Things no longer fly about the sky

I’m sad to say things no longer look the same

Once I bravely open my eyes

Some houses made it

Houses no longer have an address

Houses that are now just a shell

Trees lay flung about like scattered bricks

An oil tanker sits in the river like a soggy pillow

So much lost

Not much will ever be the same

Another clean-up starts

Send your prayers for miracles

and helping hands

Maybe together

We can all begin again

Bye hungry Tornado

Sorry you felt the need to come our way


Copyright 2014 Tornado©

By Felina Silver Robinson


The Voice of Autism:

My Topsy Turvy Life

I wish for two days in a row that didn’t always start at one extreme and end at another

I’m happy

I’m sad

I’m mad

I’m nice

It’s not my fault

Some people just can’t be nice to me

Don’t they understand that I have feelings just like they do?

When they say something mean to me

It seems to hurt more

Like they just really want to see me cry

I don’t like crying

I don’t think anyone does

It makes me think of all the other bad times I’ve had

I want to think about all the good times

Don’t get me wrong

I have lots of happy thoughts

About

The time I spend with my family

When we go places

When we sit and watch funny things on TV

When I get to help bake

Or help in the garden

I love when we travel

My life is so topsy-turvy

Sometimes good

Sometimes bad

I wish I could read everyone’s minds

So I could really understand why they need to pick on me

I wish I could make people see that it’s not right to hurt anyone

I wish I could make people live like I do

And Maybe

They would never be mean to me or anyone else again

I wonder if their lives are topsy-turvy

And if that is why

They are so mean to me

I wish they knew that it would just be better to be my friend

I know then

My life wouldn’t be so topsy-turvy

Copyright 2014

The Voice of Autism:

My Topsy Turvy Life©

Felina Silver Robinson


Oh, the peace I still find in my garden

I wake in the morning to gaze upon my garden

The peace I’ve always felt still remains

No matter the pain from what ails me

A glance at my garden soothes me

I think of all I’ve done and what still needs to be done

My tosses about plans and ideas

There’s such an excitement that comes with each thought

Sometimes tattered and torn from the harsh cold winter

Sometimes wilting from the heat of the sun

But when all is right and the sun isn’t choking the life out of my flowers

What you see in my garden brings a certain calmness

A peace and serenity that is desired by all

It’s the way I like to both start and end my day

Oh, how I just love the peace found in my garden

Copyright 2014 Oh, the peace I still find in my garden© Felina Silver Robinson


There’s A Nightmare Under My Pillow

When you lay your head down to sleep

You close your eyes

And

There’s a smile on your face

As you head off to dream land

But under my pillow I’m not so lucky

Because every time I lay my head down

I close my eyes

And try as hard as I can

To head off to my dream land

But there are no sweet dreams for me

Because, There’s a nightmare under my pillow

And it won’t go away

I turn right

I turn left

I move up

I move down

I open my eyes

I close my eyes

It doesn’t seem to matter

My nightmare is there when I close my eyes

It’s there when I open them

And Now I dread the night-time

Because I know it’s never going to get any better

My Nightmare must be a punishment

For what, I don’t know

I know I have to spend some time

Working it out or I’ll never be able

to lay my head upon my pillow

Close my eyes

and

Sleep

Oh how I long to visit my long-lost dream land

Maybe it’s just my pillow

Next time

Maybe, I’ll just borrow yours

Copyright 2014 There’s A Nightmare Under My Pillow© Felina Silver Robinson


Today my heart cracked a little

I read the story of a mother from Mercer County, PA

Cracked my heart a little

I cried me a river when I heard

that

Mary Rader is a mother of four

Doing her job was too much of a chore

With her own mother and her mother’s husband living at her home

There’s was almost one child for each adult

Who could ask for more

But in her eyes it wasn’t good enough

So I don’t know her rhyme or her reason

But she chose her 7-year-old son Antonio

To be sent to his own private dungeon

He slept in the basement

with the cold cement floor for his bed and his bathroom

No company, no food, no hot water

Sometimes allowed upstairs for the sake of a cold shower

Maybe a small fraction of food

An occasional trip to the backyard

Not remembering how to play he catches bugs like a snake

for that he is beaten

He tries to sneak real food but is beaten again

So it’s time to return to the basement

Where silence has become his best friend

Each day that passes his pounds slip away

His little teeth begin to rot and his feet have become infected

What his case worker sees when he is finally found

is a poor little 7-year-old skeleton near his death

The adults tending to the house

Show no remorse of course

The case worker is puzzled

When she finds three healthy siblings running about the house

With no rhyme or reason poor Antonio lay wasting away

in a tomb darkened by boarded windows

What wrong could a poor little boy do

Covered in urine and feces atop his dirt riddled body

Near death she said

An undeserving mother now facing charges

Antonio and siblings with a better future ahead

Now Mary Rader must face the music

There is no penance that can save her

A full sentence must be served

May god heal her children with happiness and cheer

May they find peace through the love of good people

This is the only thing that can heal the crack in my heart

Copyright 2014 Today my heart cracked a little© Felina Silver Robinson


The calm of the Summer night

a thickness to the air

with a hint of a struggling breeze

the airy blue night sky with twinkling stars so bright

it gives me pause to wonder

if the twinkles are the hearts of all the souls lost

or the hopes of all the dreamers

I sit and spill out my own hopes and dreams

to a sky that may have no answers

to a sky that has no voice

but its warmth and friendliness makes

you think of it as an old friend

One that you have as your confidant

No worries that it will tell your secrets

or judge you when it doesn’t like what it hears

With every twinkle comes

the feel of acceptance and a sign of hope for things to come

I look forward to my old friend

The calm of the summer night

Copyright 2014 The calm of the summer night© Felina Silver Robinson


My Eyes and Ears Are Open

I’ve seen what you wanted me to see

I’ve made the changes you asked me to make

I listen to what you are saying

But somehow I’m still lost

I still can’t seem to please you

There is never any peace

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t

I watch your every step

I’m sure to clear your path

I listen to all you say

So you never have to repeat your words

I bring you your slippers when you walk through the door

Your drink sits beside your favorite chair

Your remote lays by your side

I serve your dinner

and go on my way

Back to my book of promises

and dreams of the future

That seems a lifetime away

You have your dreams

and I have mine

They no longer seem to be one in the same

My eyes are open and I’ve watched you changing

My ears can hear you and I’ve heard your disappointment

So now I know that I must be on my way

On my way to better things

If only it could have been with you

than without you

If only your eyes had been wide open

And you had heard me speak

Copyright 2014 My Eyes and Ears Are Open© Felina Silver Robinson


Idols

When I was young I didn’t have much

Not because we were poor

Because we weren’t

Not because no one cared

Because everyone did

It was because my parents wanted to teach me

That there are many more among us that truly have nothing

We have each other

We have our neighbors

We have our church

We have our memories

We have all that we need

When I was young

My idols could be found on TV

My idols were my neighbors

My idols were my friends

My idols were my family

Now many of them have passed

The shows have come and gone

My friends have moved away

And my family, those that remain

are mostly scattered about

So my idols are now my children and my husband and the family that remains

My idols are

The children of the world that will sculpt our future

Those who are hard at work

Those that are surviving

Those who are waiting to be noticed

Those who are waiting for help

Those who are fighting for their lives

Idols come in all shapes and sizes

Idols come

And

Idols go

But we must go on living

Little do you know

You too are someones Idol

Copyright 2014 Idols© Felina Silver Robinson


The Voice of Autism Through a Mothers Eyes:

Finally, A place to feel I belong

My Poem of the Day

(07/19/14)

The Start of Summer School

In a new place

With all different types of people

But more like me

Some could walk

Some had wheelchairs

Some had trouble speaking

Some had trouble paying attention

Some just wanted to leave

But we all found that there was

No more

being teased

No more

being poked

No more

being dared to do bad things

And no more

having our lunches stolen

It was scary seeing classmates that were different from me

But I know that

Everyone learns differently and has

different abilities

different strengths

different weaknesses

But in the end we all learn the same way

We have the same fears

We all want to be liked

And we’re all here to learn

Now my eyes are wide open

And

I find interest in more things

And

Have made new friends

No one makes me feel bad about who I am

No one makes me cry every day

I smile when I walk in the room

And

I smile when I leave the room

I’m the happiest that I can be

Thanks for setting me free

And

For letting me just be me

Copyright 2014 Finally, A place to feel I belong© Felina Silver Robinson