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97 Days – A Commitment

Posted on 29 Jul 2020 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

My heart sunk

when my grand daughter only five

told me she wanted the “sickness” to stop

She misses being in school;

She misses visiting with her adorable cousins;

And of course she misses her grand parents.

I hope she never asks when it will go away.

I think she knows somehow that it will not disaappear;

or that the “sickness” can be cured with chlorine.

I hope her childhood is not destroyed;

If she happens to see the violence on TV

and troops being deployed.

I pray for all our children.

They are all of our children you know.

They depend on all of us to make the right choices,

Starting with the leaders at the top.

Everyone in this universe must connect.

We are all a part of each other

even those who refuse to acknowledge

that we are all truly brothers

and sisters on this planet.

And for those of us here

in the greatest country of the world

we must make sure

the “sickness” is destroyed.

How?

Love yourself and thy neighbor.

Poetry

98 Days to go

Posted on 28 Jul 2020 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

More children are being tested everyday and more are testing positive for the COVID 19 virus. If you think about it, we would act diligently if children started suffering at any level from any other disease or virus. Of course the jury is still out as to the exact effect the virus will have on otherwise healthy children. Teenagers are getting the virus. We all know now that you may not exhibit any symptoms. We simply have to do what makes sense.

I hate to become an annoyance but all we need to do is abide by the guidelines and accept that anyone can be infected. I might be. You might be and not know it. But you can infect others. It all boils down to an old adage which says, “Love thy neighbor”. Check out the CDC Listen to the scientists and the medical community. Ultimately it is about using common sense for the common good. Stay safe America!

Stay Safe!

Many times I use puppets or dolls to get a point across to my grandchildren. I made this clip for my granddaughters. I made the rag doll.

I made a commitment to speak up everyday or so until 0 days in November. I only think about children and especially my grandchildren.

98 days to go.

#Justdowhatmakessense

We need to talk

Posted on 5 Jun 2020 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

As a lifetime educator, I feel that I must join the conversation on race and how racism impacts all of us. I lived through the protests of the sixties and remember my teachers talking frankly about racism. I feel blessed to have had such great teachers with such enormous insights. I was lucky to have teachers from all backgrounds. Race to me was basically the human race. I always tried to teach my students more about our common ground but always celebrated the differences with equal enthusiasm. Now that I am a grandmother I feel that I owe it to the to be clear about how racism affects us all one way or another. I feel I have to be blunt at times and not sugar coat some of the realities. It is so difficult to isolate children from some of these horribly frightening events. Social media and the television coverage of the latest horror has been so dreadfully painful. As a mother, grandmother, educator, and simply a human being I have to speak out. All grown-ups especially those who are parents have the obligation, I believe, to have the talk with their respective children. If you are not a parent but have a neighbor or family member with children, find a way to join the conversation.

Mr. George Floyd’s little girl declared to the world “MY DADDY CHANGED THE WORLD” and I pray for all my heart and for the sake of all our children. It takes more than a village. A village can only subscribe to one area. We need to expand the village to include all people and all children.

I have posted a few videos that may help some folks start the talk about race and racism. Look for children’s books that show the culture values that exist in all villages. I just purchased a few books from a book store called https://www.eyeseeme.com/ which is owned by an African American woman whose mission is to promote positive images and stories about African American culture and history. Books have always been a source of comfort for me when I have been confused about something or needed to learn more about a subject in order to fully understand a concept. I hope to continue the conversation with my fellow bloggers and with the readers of my blog. It is pivotal to not only have the conversation but to take action in the most creative ways we can from this moment forward so that we do not have to be the witnesses of plain and torturous hatred. I hope to hear from all of you. What will you do to take part in the conversation? #JointheTalk@poemattic.

Haiku 203

Posted on 24 Jul 2019 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

Two little sisters play

sweet giggles fill the air

Grandma’s heart smiles

The Pope of Hope

Posted on 26 Sep 2015 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

As most people here in the Tri-State area, we have seen the presentations and masses pronounced by Pope Francis of the the Holy Seas and many of us have been deeply touched by his message of Love and Peace. This is my poem to honor his visit. I also tried painting his friendly face with all due respect.

Skies of crystal blue prevailed today
As the Pope of Hope
Like Jesus did walked among us

Even for those who were not too close
deep emotions did not fail
to energize and fill all hearts
with glory and hopeful dreams

As he waved to thousands
On what now will be the Holy urban trail
Worshipers screamed,
called out his name,
and cried sweet tears
for this Pope of the People
had washed away their fears.
For many today
Life will not be the same
History records impatiently
The sounds and sights today
Pope Francis of the Holy Sea
Prays for you and me and
For even the non-believer
All he wants is Peace to be a reality.

He asked us all to restore our hope
To resolve our differences with respect
For we must live as one
He asked us all to educate the young.

Future generations
must learn the lessons well;
To build our oneness
and fraternal love,
To restore a Nation of Freedom for all
This is our divine call.

He said to Remember the Golden Rule.
Our faces may be different yes
But our hearts beat all the same
Some filled with passion and compassion
Love can only be our gain.

Thank you Pope Francisco of the Holy Sea
for your humble presence and
your words of inspiration.

With Gratitude and Remembrance
I think we will see clearly now,
And forever more.
No more smog or clouds
to block our vision and sincere affirmations
For deep down in our hearts
We know this to be true
United we stand
and in God We Trust.

God bless America

and Pope Francis,

God bless you too.

Tragedy Strikes Again

Posted on 20 Jun 2015 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

I would be remiss if I did not offer my condolences to the families of the victims gunned down Wednesday while at a bible study meeting at their church in Charleston, South Carolina. It saddens me deeply that violence strikes again. I dread the questions my oldest grandson will have about this. What do you say to an eight year old who believes that church is a safe haven. For that matter that school is a safe place to be as well.

There are many issues at play with this particular incident. Or are they the same issues that come back to haunt us again and again. When will it stop? I believe that love will prevail. I believe that goodness strikes out evil. We need to take whatever time is necessary and talk to our children about what it is that makes us human. We must help them understand our biology. We all bleed the same. Our hearts (even when not very healthy) will beat to keep us alive. We all need to breathe, eat and sleep. We all want to be loved. We all need to love somebody. And when someone dies, it does not matter what language we speak; or what color our skin is, or what religion or faith we observe, we grieve with a hole left in our hearts and tears filling up our eyes. The love we feel is immense and never leaves us.

It is very simple actually this humanity of ours. We are built in a way that is so complex, interrelated, and interdependent that no one has been able to replicate what we know to be a human being.

The great phenomena is that it is indeed a very simple construct. We all need each other. Our diversity and our sameness is equally phenomenal. Senseless murder and violence hurts us all. One family member said, “Every fiber of my body hurts.” She lost a son who was her hero. Children are not suppose to die before their parents. It is not suppose to be the rule.

Our humanity must take charge and stand up tall and spread the word. We are one. A part of a whole. I am a part of you, of this planet, and you are a part of me. It is as simple as that. Call me a dreamer (I think someone said this once before.) but it is time that we take action. I know that I am not the only one. Love must win! Our humanity must be victorious.

“Peace is not a season; it must be a way of life.”

Look Inside Their Hearts

Posted on 18 May 2015 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

I watched in awe

sitting in the first row

of a small cafetorium

as forty children performed

their very much rehearsed musical show.

Each child so unique and special

watched in anticipation for the signals

of their beloved music teacher.

The tamborine players started the jamboree

The maraca players joined in at the count of three

Then the drummers followed faithfully.

The teacher’s face glowed with pride

and we all learned for just an instant

to look inside their hearts as she does everyday.

One can see the unconditional devotion

the audience filled with emotion

clapped and cheered as each child was introduced

I heard someone say:

“I will never underestimate

the power of a teacher.”

It is all about one’s expectation

and the magic music can bring.

When all was said and done

my heart was so happy and

wanted to sing.

* This poem is dedicated to good teachers and most of all to those who devote their career to children with special needs. Most of the children in the show were autistic. It was amazing.

Poetry

The Sum of Some Things in My Life

Posted on 28 Dec 2014 by Melba Christie at Poemattic

The Sum of Some Things in My Life

If I were to sum up my life
The percentages would not add up
I mean the ultimate percentage
Is supposed to be 100%
But nothing is one hundred percent
Except paying up your taxes.

For sure, twenty percent has been
Physical and emotional pain
Back pain mostly
Giving birth – twice
The pain of loss
So many left me too soon,
Prejudice, hate, war all around
They get to us all some way or another.

Ten percent has been laughter
Life played many jokes on me (sometimes I did not laugh)
Mostly my children made me laugh the most
Quiet smiles,
Soft chuckles,
Quick giggles full of dimples

Another ten percent I allot to passion
Moments of utter ecstasy
My passion for teaching,
Poetry, Art, and social justice.
How passionately I hate hatred
And how I hate to say hate
Or that I hate anything

Twenty percent has been worry
I am the quintessential worry wart
Fear of losing my mind to Alzheimer’s
Always worried about my children, their children
And in today’s crazy world
I worry about all children

Fifty percent has been love
Love dominates my life,
To make the right choices most of the time
Love is never forgotten
Whether it’s …
The love of God (Eternal)
A lost love,
A life-long love,
A child’s love,
A parent’s love,
Or simply self-love
Love is essential, like nature
You can find it anywhere
If you look hard
It is in the stillness
It is in the soul
It is what makes
everything else worthwhile.