Where’s My Joey

By Wendy Monica Winter

I was on Goodreads and this story popped up. It made me smile and feel sadness at the same time. I wrote to the author, Wendy, letting her know why her book title caught my attention and affected me the way it did. She wrote back immediately and told me about why she wrote the book. I let her know that I put my name in for the book Giveaway. She sent me the PDF of her book. It is perfect for me in so many ways that I wanted to share it.

So far away

From the depths of my soul
my heart aches
and I long to hear your voice
if only one more time
so that I can find comfort
knowing you are always with me
even though you are so far away
and I will never see you again.

From deep in my core
I try to imagine how you would be
if you were still here
with me
as was first intended
before God changed his plan
and took you away.

This wound will never heal
This hole will never be filled
This void will never be solid

I am unable to heal
I am unable to feel whole
I am unable to be complete.

God help me understand
why a mother’s heart must break
with no means of repair
and no chance of regaining
what has been lost.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

From my desk: 05/09/2021

It is a bittersweet day today. I am proud to say that I raised two beautiful children but I am heartbroken that one left this world before me. My beautiful daughter is doing so well and I am so proud of her. I miss my son so very much it hurts more than I could ever explain.

I lost my mom when I was 23. It seems so long ago. I remember thinking that my life was left with a big gaping hole in it. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! I hope you are still watching over me.

I put my house on the market and got an offer the first day. I am so happy that it happened quickly but also so scared to make such a big move. I have done so many updates and fixed things so nicely, why move? But, isn’t that what happens? I am sure that whoever moves in will feel the love within the walls. When the house sells I will get to be back full-time with David but also farther away from my daughter. No decisions are one sidedly easy. But with Lindsay succeeding at her work and being so young and a strong person, she will do fine whether I am a town over or many states away.

I have been inconsistently active on my blog. There is so much that has to get done in a day and I honestly feel like I am on the go 24-7. If you are feeling bored let me know what you do to have the down-time! Lol. I appreciate every person who continues to read my work and “chat” with me. I suppose there will come a day where I can start structuring my time again. My father is so needy that it is often hard to sit and write when he is continually asking me questions or in need of something. He will be 89 next month. Holy cow!

If you continue to participate in Simply 6-Minutes on Tuesdays then Thank you! If you don’t participate yet, check it out on Tuesday. It is fun and relaxing and puts such a smile on my face. Spread the word…It’s all for the fun of it.

Does anyone remember when “Baked Lays” first came out and they were wreaking havoc on peoples’ stomachs? Supposedly whatever they put in their food that makes it fat free also leads to a laxative effect. I learned not too long ago and was reminded the other day that “sugar free” candy also has the same effect on the bowel track. So…if you are feeling irregular try the sugar free hard candies they sell at the Dollar Tree.

That is enough rambling for everyone for one day.
Peace to you all!
Have a very Happy Monday!

©2021 CBialczak

National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a quatern poem
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Living Alone in a Cabin

Living alone in a cabin 
Wondering who might stop over 
Waiting all day by the window 
Hoping someone would come to call. 

Watching the clouds in the blue sky 
Living alone in a cabin 
Thinking that life was just perfect 
Never wanting to tell the truth. 

For hours and hours you wait so still 
Until someone can find you here 
Living alone in a cabin 
Finding solitude relaxing. 

Suddenly your wish is answered 
When you hear a knock on the door 
Open to see who’s to visit 
Living alone in a cabin.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a Magic 9 poem using a theme of slavery, freedom, or manumission.
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

I am not totally sure this makes sense but I’m giving it a try!

Equality

I never believed in my mind 

That one is better than you 

I don’t believe in the kind 

Of treatment so bad to a man 

I looked and tried to find 

Peace and freedom for all 

Like peeling back the rind 

Of an orange given to you 

Because love is colorblind 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem incorporating your favorite beverage, an automotive malfunction, and basketball
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Flat Tire

I’m alone on the side of the road 
as I watch my tire deflate 
I think about having a beer 
but by then it will be too late 
So waiting I sit on the ball 
as I really have no good seat 
and wait for the tow truck to arrive 
as I space out and look at my feet 
I sit and think, “there is no hope” 
When in the horizon I see 
there is tow truck coming along 
and it’s coming there to help me. 
The driver was happy to see my good seat 
He said he played basketball 
He told me he had never been beat. 
So I laughed and tossed him the ball. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem. Use the following words in a poem: equal, umbrella, tidy, weight https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Gardening

With my umbrella straight by my side 
Walking along down the road 
A bag of rocks in my sac 
I limp from the weight of the load.  

I keep the rocks at my home 
to make sure the yard is complete 
I like all my gardens real tidy 
I like all my work to be neat. 

When all of the work has been done 
and I’m ready to sit down and rest 
I know that my work is complete 
I know that I have done my best.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Find it here: https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Write a Dizain:

Dizain Poems

The dizain gets us back in the French form domain, which as regular readers know is a favorite of mine. This particular form was a favorite of 15th and 16th century French poets, but it has also been employed in English by the likes of Philip Sidney and John Keats.

Here are the basic rules of the dizain:

  • One 10-line stanza
  • 10 syllables per line
  • Employs the following rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd

Memories

Memories will only last a lifetime 
 
Hold tight onto the precious days ahead 
 
The hill tomorrow will be a hard climb 
 
But the memories help get you from bed 
 
Or keep you balled up and alone instead. 
 
The tears will flow freely from eyes of glass 
 
No worries ’bout this, you know it will pass 
 
But the heart will have its hole forever 
 
No matter your actions, money, or class 
 
your tears will always flow like a river. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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Happy Easter Eve!

I miss Easter with the little kids. Every year we would have a big Easter egg hunt that the Easter Bunny would leave behind for the kids. Some years there were eggs full of candy, some years eggs full of money.

I will never forget one the last Easters that both my kids were living at home. I made sure the Easter Bunny left candy all over the yard. Joey wouldn’t participate. He was so angry because that was an activity for little kids. He saw life so black and white. The funniest part was Lindsay, who is 15 months older, was out in the yard running around like a maniac to find all the eggs. Such a good memory!

Holidays are hard after losing my son. Regular days are hard too but holidays bring so many more memories…

Have a happy and safe Easter Sunday! If you don’t celebrate Easter then have a great Sunday!

Peace to you!