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For you my son

Posted on 8 Jan 2022 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

For you my dear son.

For three months now to the day,

since October the eighth,

I feel I live in a daze.

Here I am sitting besides my favorite photos of you;

one of you when you gave Dai away on her wedding day,

and one when you were just two.

I am still trying to accept the decision God made.

I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue;

WHY God decided to take you so soon?

Why did He not give me those precious last moments

to be there with you,

to hold and to comfort and to bid you farewell.

But what God decides no one can foretell.

I was blessed to have seen you last night in a dream;

But as they say a dream is only a dream.

My heart is so broken;

I don’t think it will ever heal.

I know you may not want me to be so sad all the time;

but I cant help what I feel.

I hope that what everyone tells me is true,

that we will all be together again some day.

For right now, I want it to be soon.

All I want is to see you again

to hug you and kiss your beautiful face.

In the meantime,

I pray you are happy my dear

darling son and full of God’s grace.

Thanks again for all those who try to console me and have sent me notes of sympathy. We are eternally grateful!

In Loving Memory — let us never forget!

Posted on 13 Jan 2021 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

Over 3000 people on average are dying every day now because of COVID 19. We must never forget these souls. May their memories be a blessing to those they left behind. My painting below is dedicated to all those hundreds of thousands of souls. Many died alone unable to speak to loved ones. The hearts represent their souls and also the broken hearts of their loved ones. We are all one in all and one in all. The butterfly represents hope. In Spanish we refer to a butterfly as “esperanza” which means hope. I hope we protect each other and continue to wear masks to protect others. So much is happening right now. But let us focus on how precious life is and how much our loved ones mean to us. Let us not forget the essence of our oneness. Stay safe! God bless!

HAIKU 260

Posted on 10 Sep 2020 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

Lonely silence,

A single soul’s cry

No one can hear it!

**This Haiku is in memory of the over 190,000 lives lost to the Corona Virus**

How many more?

Posted on 19 Jul 2020 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

Today I learned about two deaths in the family. One, was taken by the virus we are all fearing these day and the other passed in an accident.

She was full of the kind of ganas that few people have for life and living. I do not think I ever saw her without a wide and beautiful contagious smile. She survived cancer twice and those scares gave her the courageous to take on this deadly virus called COVID 19. She fought it as long as she could and passed away all alone. This is the first close up and personal case I have heard of among friends and family members.

I been thinking a lot about the AFTERLIFE and what is is that happens when we leave this dimension. I have been thinking of the family members who have passed on, some for decades now. I think about these things not to be morbid or obsessive but because I suppose numbers matter and as of yesterday 138.000 souls are somewhere on another plane. Some not able to say goodbye to their loved ones.

So I did what I always do I write to alleviate the pain and to help me cope with the reality we are all facing this year. We will all know someone who knew someone with COVID and who lost the fight. It is worse when the person is someone in the family.

The other family member was younger, full of dreams. A former military man returning from a final tour. He had just relocated and was looking forward to a new job. His mother visited him this week to help him get organized and all moved into his new house. He went out to get take out and five minutes later he was killed instantly in a vehicle accident. A drunk driver impacted his motorcycle.

Two people died two days apart. One never imagined what destiny had planned. The other although on a ventilator hoped she would make it. But once again hope and praying just did not seem to be enough.

Here is my poem to help family deal with these horrible events. if you have been coping with a similar situation please share your thoughts. I always love to get your feedback. Please stay safe.

How Many More?

A rhetorical question, maybe.

Sadness stared me right in the face last night.

I could feel the heartache and pain from far away.

Grief and sorrow walked down two different paths;

Each taking a loved one to a place where forever is a stay.

Sorrow never stands alone.

Woe wails loud and clear,

when sadness comes with the loss of someone dear.

Grief pierces our hearts and I wonder if it even cares.

We can only hope that death is not proud of what it does.

How many more?

Only God knows.

In the meantime, let us remember them all

and pray that their memories are blessings.

The Bugle Call

Posted on 29 May 2017 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

The Bugle Call

It is a melancholy,

yet a comforting sound,

a sobering Call

that announces the fall

of a gentle warrior:

a brave soul,

perhaps too young,

to know how finite,

the summons will be.

I hear that song again

repeating an inquisitive lyric

“War, what is good for?”

My response is always the same.

“Who knows?”

I wonder about him

all the time

that Unknown soldier

and the one I knew well too

who chose to be remembered

the next to last day in May,

waiting to be lifted

alone,

thinking,

hoping,

his last wish comes true.

In Memory of my nephew Ivan.

Freeway, No way!

Posted on 22 Oct 2015 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

I just read about little four-year old Lliana (Lilly) Rose Garcia who died as a result of senseless road rage violence. I cannot begin to imagine the shock and trauma for her older brother Isaac as he watched her become lifeless. My heart breaks every time I hear an innocent child is killed because adults get angry and do not know how to control their rage. This is happening too many times. It is appalling, disgusting and sickening.

My prayers are with the Gracia family. I wrote this poem to honor Lilly:

Ephemeral rage

a life snuffed senselessly

a freeway, No way!

Never mind the traffic signs

Speed limits or laws

Basic humanity should rule

no respect for life anymore

Innocent child with

Beautiful Big Brown Eyes

mesmerize the angels

waiting for Lilly

Again

Posted on 3 Oct 2015 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

I hate failure and we have failed as a nation to discuss gun violence. Ninety two people die daily from gun violence on the streets of our cities. I hate that we cannot find a viable solution. I hate that we have failed at standing together to protect innocent people like the five month old who was shot to death caught in gang violence and cross fire. I am sickened and heartbroken by this constant violence. I send prayers to all the victim’s and their families.