Category Archives: milestones

Going on Sixty-five days – Don’t just count the days; make the days count!


Don’t just count the days; make the days count!

For the sake of our democracy,

Election day is paramount.

Make sure you take in to account,

What the senators have done so far.

Have they worked for us or

bowed down to the wanna be czar?

It is not just enough to complain;

and simply get upset.

What is important to know

is what your vote will get.

The choices and decisions are pretty plain to see;

truthful, serene and mindful is what we all want to be.

So if your heart is full of hope,

As is mine, it is all that helps me cope.

I want to offer you a very sincere plea.

Make sure you vote!

to help revive our democracy!

The Dream – 57 years ago


 

A dream pronounced

by peaceful warrior standing his ground

His message still resonates

How beautiful the sounds

of people cheering, believing

that dreams do come true.

Fifty-seven years have passed.

Today we reaffirm, and decree

his hopes for a united front.

Civil disobedience, peaceful protests

and good trouble will be revived.

Enough is enough!

Poem by Melba Christie

“We Cannot Walk Alone…We Cannot Turn Back”

 

 

Numbers With Meaning


My tribute goes deep. One of my family members was first responder and we are grateful she is still in our lives. A couple of my former students at the time lost family members. A colleague lost his cousin. As everyone else, I remember vividly the events of the day. I can remember things I said, what I had for breakfast and the pounding of heart. It all started during the first period of the school day. I had to be strong for my students and the teachers under my supervision. I was not supposed to panic. I had to be strong for all of them. I remained as calm as I humanly could and tried to comfort the children who had been entrusted to me.

I did not breakdown until I returned home that evening and looked to the New York City skyline from my car to see the devastation. Although all I could see was smoke, I kept thinking of the people who lived in that area and all the lives lost. I thought about my old neighborhood and how terrified people must have been in those horrific moments. I thanked God that my family was safe. I recently visited the 9/11 memorial. It is amazing. It was very emotional and sad but at the same time I felt hopeful. I know we will never ever forget. I just pray that it gets better for all the family members who lost their loved ones. I did not realize or maybe I’d blocked out some of the facts of that day. Only six people survived. Most especially I was stunned to know that 11 unborn children had also perished. Now that I am a grandmother this fact is harder to accept. However, I believe with all my heart they are our angels of hope.

I did not write a poem this year but I focused on the numbers that appear in every newspaper, blog, flyer, book, and all accounts of that beautiful September day that became the most tragic day in the history of our country. May their souls rest in peace.

A candle in the wind God bless America.

Numbers with meaning

9/11

2001

8:45

1

767

11

20,000

80

110

18

9:04

2

767

175

60

9:45

5

757

77

125

64

15

200

10:30

93

40

500

5:20

7

4

1,800,000

2997

90

11

343

23

37

6

19

Freedom Tower

Water Falls

Great Essentials of Life


I now have lived long enough to know the real essentials in life. The reminders flow into my life constantly. All I need to do is look at a photograph of my grandsons or look deeply into the eyes of my husband or children and everything is put into perspective. I find myself researching my roots and trying to remember memorable events about my childhood. I don’t think it’s a baby boomer mentality. A friend told me that baby boomers go through a similar experience.

My journeys continue. My goals remain stronger than ever. My bucket list grows longer by the day. I suppose that is a good strategy to keep yourself in check. I still hope for world peace. I believe in the wonder of Santa Claus. I believe in God above all things. I even believe in myself lately. I ask myself about destiny. I wonder about if there is another side. Although I still ask the why questions about things, I think I figured out some of the  mysteries about my soul.

Joseph Addison, an English essayist, once said, “The great essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for.”

I think I have most of these covered. However, I believe there is a continuum. You have to shift the focus every so often. You also have to be grateful for everything in your life. Some experiences will be magical, inspirational, and others will bring you done like a roller coaster out of control. But that is what makes up this thing called life. It is what makes us alive. To live is to learn. Your heart will tell you what do each time you are in doubt. Just listen. Don’t let doubts creep up on you and fill you with fears. Be still and you will find the answers you are looking for.

The essentials to happiness are clear to me now. I listen to my feelings and take notes. I try to hug the people I love a few more counts of Mississippi. I take deep breaths to avoid getting upset over nothing. I take longer breaks for me to be me. I pray more. I send out blessings into the universe for anyone who may need them. I visualize only as far as I can see. I locked my ego outside of my heart. I forgive and forget.

The essentials of happiness begin with every new day. This is what I have learned and will live by. I imagine a field of Daisies waving hello and greeting me. That always puts a smile on my face.

 

 

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Happy Anniversary to Poemattic!


It has been two years since I joined WordPress and the fascinating world of blogging. The experience has been most gratifying and I have been inspired by so many of my followers and readers. I am proud to be among such profound thinkers, peacemakers, lovers of the arts, photographers, and all others who share their day-to-day experiences and the rigors of life.

I have cried with a few of you during hard times the loss of love ones. I have laughed out loud with some of you at the wittiest comments and posts. I have been mesmerized by the creative art work and photography that transports the soul and the imagination to other realms. Thanks to my community of bloggers and to all my followers for what will be very memorable memories.

My life has changed for the better. I follow some pretty interesting bloggers who not only offer a fresh perspective on things but also open new pathways to joy and fulfillment. The blogging experience has given me a quiet refuge to speak from my heart and opportunities to help me check and reevaluate my poetry, my purpose and what really matters.

I think I am ready to reach out for some bold goals. I have submitted several manuscripts for publication. I never had the confidence to do that before. I will accept rejection if I am turned down but I am also thinking I may self publish. Time will tell. I will be still and patient in the now waiting for the moment that will be.

My baby grandson is teaching me some valuable lessons about unconditional love, patience and the simple pleasures of life. He marvels at the simplest things. He relishes every moment with just himself. He listens in attention when the birds sing and the dog barks and delights with the caress of his tender chubby cheeks. The amazing world of new wonders and discovery is heart warming. These few months with him and my six-year-old grandson inspired me to write more poetry for children.

So thanks to all of you for your support and inspiration. Happy Blogging and may poetry always be a source of happiness. Celebrate with me today by sending my blog to someone you know, Making a comment and/or by clicking like. 🙂

Melba Christie

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