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Mother’s Love

Oh my little one take my handGrains of Sand
Come with me to explore this land
Walk with me in the grains of sand
Hand in hand life is so grand

When you were so small
Oh how you would call
Mommy come I had a fall
I would lift you up so tall

When you finally opened the door
You ran and ran on the shore
I could hear you laugh and roar
Oh how you wanted to soar

You are always my sparkle of light
How your love for me burns so bright
My heart is filled with delight
You are my ray of sunlight

The years were filled with memories so grand
I was there when he took your hand
Now it is he who walks with you in the sand
Oh my baby how I miss this land

Now you give me such a surprise
This is so wonderful you realize
As I look into her eyes
I know now I am so wise

The life cycle is complete
Oh my she is so sweet
My heart starts to skip a beat
Oh how my life is bittersweet

Now I look down at her and say
As we sit on the floor to play
I am never far away
I am always here to stay

Oh my little one take my hand
Come with me to explore this land
Walk with me in the grains of sand
Hand in hand life is so grand

 

By Ann LeFlore written to my daughter for all the years of love and happiness in my life with you.

Reflections

The peddles form the perfect flowerThe Perfect Flower
Why is your heart so sour
As you stand looking from the tower
The heavens open and start to shower

Reflections of the past
Dance in front of your eyes at last
As you reach for the ring of brass
It crumbles and cuts like glass

Memories flood through your brain
Your heart is entangled with a chain
Tears start to flow with pain
Dropping on the floor to leave a stain

In your ears you hear a cry
You try so hard to replay
Your mouth opens but is so dry
As you try to clarify

The voices echoes in your ears
But no images appears
You search for the souvenirs
They start to form but disappears

Closing your eyes so tight
The images cut like graphite
They leave a bitter bite
As you stand there in the night

Your heart is on fire
Your throat is cut with a wire
Your blood flows with desire
With no one there to admire

Your fate is there to see
They are all there to agree
Oh how you try to flee
Just to make your one last plea

The day is dark and grey
You open your mouth and start to pray
As they start to take you away
For this is your judgment day

 

By Ann LeFlore

Cycles of Life

At sixteen we were so in loveCycles of Lffe
It was like you were my right hand glove
The world was so grand
As we stood hand in hand

At seventeen our love grows strong
Oh boy did we go wrong
From innocence to parenthood
In one single night

As you took my hand
You promised to love me in this new land
At midnight the time had come
To bring forth this new life

At the age of two
She ties her shoe
You walk out the door
To return no more

At the age of four
You swore you would return
As you boarded the plane
How was I to explain

At the age of six
The phone starts to ring
Your voice is so proud
You are sitting on a cloud

As your words echo in my ears
Oh how my eyes flood with tears
You have a new angel
To take over the years

At the age of ten
I stop to pick up the pen
The phone rings once again
I let you back in

Just like before
You are not here no more
At this time I swore
I could take no more

The years have come
The years have passed
You no longer ring
And come to my backdoor

Twenty six to be exact
Since you rang last
Now out of my long forgotten past
You are calling at long last

You reflect back on the past
Thirty six years to be exact
To the day your angel was born
Oh how you blew your horn

After these years of long last
You want to be part of her past
You have returned once again
Oh when will I learn

The memories start to flood within
Oh how my head starts to spin
How can I ever win
I know not how to begin

As in the past you knock at my door
My head starts to spin, my eyes start to pour
Twenty six years have long past
I have been your long lost outcast

Just as before
You ring once more
You want to knock at my backdoor
I am so tired to fall on the floor

At first you are grand
You take my hand
I am here now in my new land
I need to take my stand

The lock on the door is frozen
It is not me the key is chosen
Yet another has entered your life
To one day be your new wife

I am only the key to your long lost past
You have to talk to me at long last
You want to find what you have lost
I am just here for you to toss

You ask my help to find her now
To vow your love
For a time long past
Oh what do you think it can never last

She now is thirty six
And the years have past
She has grown up at long last
She has forgotten her looking glass

To knock at her backdoor once again
To finally pick up the pen
To write your words
In hope you will be heard

When she was small
She needed you to call
As for the years past
She forgot you at long last

She stopped to cry
And ask me why
She finally had dry eyes
For now she won the prize

Her life is complete
Her children are so sweet
Her love is so deep
She has a family to keep

Thirty six years at long last
Take a look into your past
The angel that was once there
Is only your lost prayers

If  she opens the backdoor
Stop before you step on the floor
Think of what you want
Then gain her confidence

If you walk out once more
This will be war
Never call again
Never stop by her backdoor

Written by Ann LeFlore

Hell NO WE Won’t Go

The year is 1973 and I am 15 years old. This year I entered High School as the last leg of my studies to graduate. From that point on I have few choices I can make in my life. One get married and have a family. Two go off to College and further my education. Three take a few years off and travel. Four get a job and move out on my own. But this year is different. As I watch my school mates being drafted and shipped overseas to a war nobody wants to be in. The Vietnam War; that makes young men flee from their County in fear of the draft. 

In the years past I sat and watched the body bags and caskets being unloaded from the planes as they brought home the dead. I hear the fear in my friends’ voices as they announce their brother just received his draft notice in the mail. He has to register and be shipped off to this senseless war. The look in their eyes, the fear, the question will they ever see him again? 

By 1973 the war has started to affect everyone. I for one was no different. I had started to participate in a rebellious battle. My hair was long past my butt and half way to my knees. I braided my hair each day adding a leather band on my forehead. I would add flowers to my hair. I wore tie-dyed shirts to make a statement. I would take the new Levis my parents bought for me and soak them in bleach with rocks inside the bucket. After I would cut the legs outer seam of my pants up to the knees and add bright flowered material to make the bell bottom jeans everyone was wearing. I spent hours on end embodying peace signs, flowers, and anti-war designs on my pants.  I had to do my part. 

Everyone at school was wearing leather and silver bracelets with someone’s name on it. Praying for the men and boys who were captured or missing. Some of my friends’ Mothers volunteered at the offices set up for families of the war. Their job was to keep track of the POW’s and MIA’s. After school we would go to the office and collect bags of bracelets and roam the streets selling them to everyone. We believed if everyone wore a bracelet with a soldiers name on it he would come home again to his family. 

My solider was Col. Joseph Bowers. He never made it home. He is still on the list today of the MIA’s that never made it out of Vietnam. I followed my solider each day looking on the list hoping he was found. Hoping he would be reunited with his family and loved ones. He never was. To this day nobody knows what happened to him. 

As part of our anti-war efforts my friends and I created a book. We wrote pomes to the loved ones to give them hope. We sent our pomes off to the families of the solider we carried on our arms. We put forth all our efforts to try and stop a war that nobody wanted to fight. At one point we organized a sit in the middle of town. We thought if the Government would not listen to us maybe our local Congress would. Our efforts were of no vial. Nobody cared what happened to our friends. How young they were and why they had to leave to a Country that did not care about another person’s life. 

This is my Poem to the family of Col. Joseph Bowers and all the other men who were captured or lost in Vietnam.

The Sorrow of our Times 

Holy Father in Heaven above
Protect the men that we do love
Bless our children’s innocent face
Keep them safe in this unknown place
May they know that we are there
Holding hands in silent prayers 

Holy Father in Heaven above
You created him for me to love
You picked him out from all the rest
Because you know I’d love him best 

Holy Father in Heaven above
Look upon his innocent face
Protect his soul from his fears
Let him shed no more tears 

Holy Father in Heaven above
Take my son to thy above
Cleans his soul for what he’s done
Keep him safe for years to come 

Holy Father in Heaven above
Keep my son safe for me
Let him look from Heaven above
Knowing we are there to love 

Holy Father in Heaven above
Keep his memories safe with me
His touches so soft and kind
Will stay with me to the end of time 

I wrote this prayer to Col. Joseph Bowers’s family in his memory. He was sent to Vietnam and never returned home again. His body was never found and his family still morns his death to this day. I was 15 years old when Col. Joseph touched my life. I wore his name on my arm for years after the war. As I grew older I took this silver band off and placed it in a safe place. Every now and then I pull it out and look back on time to the year of 1973. To this day my bracelet still carries the blue star incased in the white circle telling me that Col Joseph Bowers is still a MIA in Vietnam.

Never forget the men and women that are away from home. It might not be Vietnam but it is a war all the same. My Uncle was lost in WW2. He boarded the last submarine in Pearl Harbor when it was attacked. He and his crew limped the damaged sub to San Francisco for repair. The last time my Mother ever saw her brother was the day he boarded the sub again headed towards Japan. His sub was lost somewhere in the South Pacific never to be found again. My Uncle rests at the bottom of the ocean incased in a medal prison. 

Never forget the men and women who have given their lives for America. Say a silent prayer now for each person who has given their lives so that you can be free today. Say a prayer for each man and woman that is away from their families now at war. Say a prayer for their families to bring their loved ones home safe to them. Each day take a moment to reflect back on the men of the past and the families that went on after they were gone.

By Ann LeFlore
A reflection back in time to the years of war that affected an entire nation

 

 

The Eagles Last Flight

As the sunsets in the Southern skies
The great white eagle starts to rise
His giant wings take flight in the failing sunlight
This night we stand and look with fright

The eagle has been with us all these years
Guiding us through all our fears
Blowing away our tears
Protecting us and listening to our prayers

 Now he has come to take you home
Your time to roam has come to an end
There’s nothing more for you to mend
He has arrived to send you peace in the night

The great white eagle bends down to wrap you in his wings
In the distance the giant bag pipes begin to sing
The king of kings is waiting by the spring
As the eagle starts to flap his wings

The night skies sparkle with silver light
This will be your last flight in the middle of the night
Oh the time is so right as you hold on through the flight
The bright light is there for you to see

The eagle has guided you home to the heaves above
You are there looking down with love
Each time the eagle passes us by
They are your eyes guiding us home one day

Written by Ann LeFlore
In memory of her Father who recently passed away

Mirror of Truth

Written by Ann LeFlore; for Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 9; Longing, Loss, Loosing and Failure. I wrote this poem not of myself but of all women who are abused and feel like they have failed in their life. Women who feel like it is their fault that they are abused and hurt by the ones they love. I had a friend who tried to hide the abuse from her husband for many years until one day she was so badly beaten she could no longer hide this fact. After years of abuse she finally had the courage to pick up the broken pieces of  a  failed life and love and start over again. But in her new life the scares are still there for her to see. She can not run and hide from the past but she sure can start over and make a new life for herself.

Mirror of Truth

I stepped through the looking glass
A journey way into my past
The days before the darkness arose
The time before you started your blows

The sun shined bright and clear
I started my life without a fear
The mountain spread through the valleys
The rivers flowed throughout the lands

Life was so new and still so grand
Until the day you took my hand
You started off with small demands
First it was just one slap of your hand

The days turned into years
The nights I lay and shook with fear
Afraid to see what you had done to me
The blood that spilled I was afraid to see

With a dynamic hit of your hand
You sent me into another land
The blood seeped from my broken skin
I knew this day I could never win

 The years are gone at last
The memories are only of the past
I drug myself off the ground
To close my eyes and follow the sound

I rose up from the ruins of my life
I swore I would never be your wife
The years have come and the years have gone
But in my minds images are the scares from you

Sitting here in front of the glass
I look deep into my past
Realizing I am free at last
My journey now starts down a new path

To My Son

Written by Ann LeFlore: for Blue Bell Books: poetry week slam 12. Please write a poem, a prose, or a short story inspired by the image provided, and be creative.

To My Son

 

One day out of the blue
You came to me like something new
You entered my life with such a flash
I knew you were here for ever last

When you were born I shed a tear
Out of joy I heard you cry in so much fear
You were given to me when I planted my seed
To watch you grow and love you is all I need

I am here for you to take your hand
To walk with you through this land
Teaching you the ways so that you understand
Watching you sleep is oh so grand

Dreaming of the days when you are tall
Catching and throwing the ball
Picking you up each time you fall
Keeping you oh so safe when you’re so small

The days will come and the days will go
Soon before I know it you will grow
Today you are so new tomorrow you will be two
Soon you will say to me look Dad I can tie my shoe

I fear the day when you walk out the door
To start a life for ever more
Today your are one
But tomorrow you are twenty one

The life cycle will start over again
With this you introduce me to Jane
She is the new love of your life
Soon you will take her to be your wife

The day will come when you shed a tear
And tell me Dad you have nothing to fear
Today the new life has begun
Through my life you have a new grand son