Melba Christie at Poemattic

Poetry and Art for the Soul

Puppy Love

Her beautiful contagious smile

can fill a room with sunshine

on the cloudiest day.

But today

is the last day of school,

Her smile is dimmed

By the thought

She will no longer see

The boy she’ s had a crush on

for the entire school year.

It was precisely today

Right after the second period bell rang

loud and clear

That the young man

Finally told her he liked her too.

He gently sat next to her,

As the teacher

Distributed the treats around

The classroom.

Neither was very hungry,

Except for each other’s glances.


What are the chances?

they would bump into each other

any time soon.


The teacher notices

The looks they exchanged

Their proximity and she thought

She heard their hearts beating

In unison when he managed to

to slightly touch her hand

as he stretched his to get a chip.


The teacher knows what is happening

Puppy love is in bloom

The worship is evident in his eyes

reviendra toujours à ses premières amours *

as Freud once expressed

that first love is such a beautiful thing

and dreams will be filled with fantasies beyond fantasy itself.


The last period bell is about

To ring and what will it bring

a sweet tap on the lips

a first kiss

a seal of commitment

at least for now

and someone

outside the Italian class

screams, Ciao!!!


Do you remember your first puppy love at school?

Paul Anka - Puppy Love lyrics

And they called it puppy love
Oh I guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels
And why I love her so

And they called it puppy love
Just because we’re seventeen
Tell them all it isn’t fair
To take away my only dream

I cry each night these tears for you
My tears are all in vain
Oh I’ll hope and I’ll pray that may be some day
You’ll be back in my arms once again

Someone help me,help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love

Someone help me,help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love

Lyrics | Paul Anka lyricsPuppy Love lyrics

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A Poem to Celebrate

A sort of Self Portrait Melba Christie

(c) Melba Christie

A Poem to Celebrate 

Today and only today

for now anyway

I want to celebrate

my life.

I want to celebrate right now

who I have become

who I was

and who I am right this very minute.


because it is easy to forget these things.

because we forget that life is too short;

I want to celebrate my life right now.

This poem is to celebrate

the now

this very instant

the essence of this second

the miracles that happen within a minute’s time

like the birth of a child

or the reviving of a life.

I want to celebrate the number of breaths

that have been programmed just for me.

We are all given a only certain number

of breaths during our lifetime.

I want to celebrate the first and the last one now.

I cannot remember the first and do not know when the last will be.

I want to celebrate

my poems

the letters that gave life to my words

the thoughts that gave life to me

and the force

that made me think about

who I am now.

I want to celebrate

today and only today

for now anyway

my life

what I celebrate tomorrow

will depend on today.

“Find the narrow gate that leads to life.” It is called the now.Narrow your life down to this moment. (Tolle, 1999)

Source: The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment by Eckhart Tolle

Man’s Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

It’s Father’s Day Today

and all I have to say

is I am happy to be me

because you are my master

I will always be there for you

no matter what happens

today and forever after.

So take it easy

you deserve it

my dear friend

If I could  talk

I’d tell you

Thanks  for all the walks

and those delicious little biscuits.

My sign is clear

as you can see

I wear it with great pride

to let everyone

know that I’m always on your side

Happy Father’s Day!

Father’s Day

On this father’s day, my son has been a father for eight years. My husband has been a father for 39 years and my father-in-law has been a father for close to 64 years.

Collectively that is a total of 111 years of parenting. Many times we do not give fathers the credit they deserve. Mother’s day traditionally conjures up more emotion and sentimentality. (Or at least it seems to be this way) I for one adored my father. He passed away quite young over forty years ago. I only got to know him the first fourteen years of my life. But every day he taught me very valuable lessons.  I have many fond memories of him although some are a little blurry now. My father was very protective of his children. I always knew he loved me. He always showed up and was present at all the important events of my life. He was there when I needed him. He was a generous man, had a great sense of humor and a contagious laugh. As a tribute, I write him a letter every year to let him know what’s happening with his grandchildren and now great grand children. I am sure he looks down on all of us and must be so proud. I see a lot of him in my son.

My husband adores his children. He is enormously proud of their accomplishments. He cannot stand to know they are sick or hurting in any way. I see a lot of my father-in-law in him. My father-in- law recently celebrated his 90th birthday. He has become my dad too and I feel blessed to have had him in my life. My son is a great dad. He has three sons ranging in ages  from three months to sixteen years old. He manages his time to play with each of them. He shows up and is involved in their lives. He is an excellent role model.

I have watched my father-in-law, my husband and my son all closely as they see  their children from afar. There is a glow in their eyes and the love that flows is immense.

I want to wish them all a very Happy Father’s Day. We could not celebrate it together this year. But I hope they know how much I love them all and appreciate what wonderful fathers they have been.

Happy Father’s Day to all of you.



Six Months Without

In remembrance of the 26 children and adults killed in Sandy Hook Elementary School six months to the day.

Six months have passed

since that dreadful day

when 26 souls

lifted away

to heaven.

For parents, siblings, grand parents

aunts, uncles, friends

and even distant strangers

we are forced to

face the truth about life

It can be so so short

and is so unbelievably precious

six months without their smiling faces

six months with only empty spaces

at dining room tables and classroom desks

six months without their chuckles and laughter

without their curious questions

that made us think about

what life is all about

Six months without their special hugs

and kisses that would brighten up our days

and now all there is is anguish and the deepest kind of pain

that is here to stay.

Six months without

our babies barely 6 years of age

six months without watching

them grow inch by inch

We pray the deep hurt will disappear

when angels whisper in our ears

we are here to tell you all

we will not fall again.

Happy Birthday Grandson

For Isaiah
For Isaiah

I cannot  believe you are six today

I am sorry we have missed being with you

so much along the way

but know that one thing will be forever true

Grandma and Grandpa will always love you

Since the day that you were born 

you changed our lives in many ways

we think about you everyday

and wish that you were near 


You are so very dear

to us and make us very proud

So Happy Birthday 

Dear Grandson

We hope you have a lot of fun today

with Mom and Dad 

and both your brothers.

We hope your Birthday is the best

and like no other 

and although we are far away 

our hearts are close to you

and there to stay. 

God Bless you. 












A poem inspired by inspirational titles of poems that inspired my life

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I have continued to ponder about what inspires me and what inspires my writing. Sometimes what inspires me is a simple line in a poem or narrative. Sometimes it’s the title of a poem. Some poems stay with us forever. You may have read them just at the most proper moment in your life. Maybe a teacher read it in a way you would never forget it. The poem that follows is a poem inspired by inspirational titles. (At least to me they were inspirational.)  There are hundreds of others I can cite. The titles have been italicized. You may recognize some of the poets. Do not forget I love your comments. Please let me know what inspires you to write.

It’s all I have to bring today

can you tell what it is?

it’s …

The Look 

you say,

well by the way you’re right.

I could not stay away

so I took

The Road Not Taken

by the others for

fear of rejection.

Our love is unique

Now and Forever

in Dreams

and in all the hours of the day

The Layers

of moments spent

making it work

Our love, my love is here to stay.

When I Consider Everything that Grows

I know

that nothing is impossible

because …

there are always Miracles

to count on

Oh Me! Oh My!

Life is good!


Poets Cited: Shakespeare, Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Frost, Teasdale, and Kunitz. 

I would love to hear from you about what inspires you. 

What is inspiration anyway?

Poemattic was recently nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award.  Inspiring blogger LOgo

It made feel my blog had a purpose. I started thinking about the concept of inspiration and asked myself a very simple question:

What is inspiration anyway? Where does it come from? Is it a process or a random spark of something that fires up the heart and brain simultaneously? I wonder. Many things inspire me. I am inspired by acts of unconditional love. It is not an easy thing to love unconditionally. Most of us believe that parents are probably the only people capable or specifically wired to give unconditional love. So when I see evidence of it, I am inspired. People who won’t give up no matter how difficult life’s challenges may be inspire me. We see this all the time on television morning shows. People who find strength and move forward even though horrific things have happened to them.

Children are always a source of inspiration. As Bill Cosby or Art Linkletter would say, “Kids say the darndest things.” They blow you away with their maturity and sometimes their wisdom. They inspire me to become curious about things. They inspire me not to be afraid to ask questions.

I want to learn more about how to develop strategies to keep me inspired. I want to be able to draw from a bank of inspiration every day. I hope to be able to inspire others to do the same. I believe that we can be inspired with a purpose in mind.

Dictionaries have varying definitions for inspiration, here are a few:

  1. “The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative: “flashes of inspiration”.”
  2. “Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.”
  3. ” Somebody or something that inspires somebody to creative thought or to the making of art.”

Whatever definition suits you the important thing to remember is that inspiration is also inside us somewhere. We will never know how many people we end up inspiring in our lifetime. But we will take notice when inspiration is present. It will speak to you. It will give you goose bumps. It will come by way of an act of kindness. It will manifest itself in sometimes very unusual ways. You may not get it at first. But when you are inspired there are no boundaries. You will dare to do the things you never thought possible. The mind will transcend the limitations you once anticipated. You will discover a new you. Every morning when I wake I think about the opportunities that will greet me during the day. I am grateful to be alive and that I will have the opportunity to live my life for at least one more day with purpose.

The following is one of my favorite  quotes about inspiration:

“When you are inspired dormant forces, faculties, and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be the greatest person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.” – Patanjali 

What inspires you?  Share your ideas in the comments section. I will look forward to reading them. 

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I want to thank Lorraine Reguly for her support and nominating me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award.

Here are seven things about me.

1. I am a lover of books.

2. I collect dictionaries of all kinds and for different languages. (Even if I do not speak them myself)

3. I watercolor.

4. I would like to attend a master class conducted by opera the great tenor Placido Domingo.

5. I would like to fly a plane before I die.

6. I want to learn to play the guitar.

7. I love old movie classics.

Here are the nominees I have chosen for the same award.

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I would  like to thank all my followers and supportive community members. I hope to continue to write poems that inspire and make people think about nature and its beauty.



The Relentless Nature of Mother Nature

We have saw the powerful tornadoes that have destroyed many homes in Moore, Oklahoma. Just yesterday other tornadoes killed 9 people. I hope that we will all reach out and help with whatever we can. My prayers are with the victims and survivors. God bless America.


We don’t know when

We don’t understand why

We cannot control the forces

no matter how hard we try

We cannot even predict exactly

when it will be that Mother Nature

will use every bit of her energy

to remind us that

she is still in charge, a very powerful

and a willful Lady


We do not know if it is part of PLAN

we cannot fathom the destruction

when we watch from afar

especially the emotional pain


but in the aftermath

people still embrace people

strangers volunteer to help

selflessness surfaces

“Love Thy Neighbor”

means something special again

we pray for each other automatically

as our hearts break in unison


We may never  know when

We  may never understand why

We may never be able to control the forces

no matter how hard we try


But we have not forgotten how to spread the LOVE

We must always come together

Hope must always reign.






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