beautiful, simple and relatable…have reblogged on threeprayers
Unrequited Electronic Love
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©2015 Bessielah David
As a babe, my child
The apple of my eye
Take heed, be strong!
A babe I held
A youth you’ll become
In no time, your own path to tread
Take heart, my child
Take heed, be strong!
As a man, my child
Do not forget, what you have been taught
Your footsteps firm, your kindness supply
For in your days, kindness returns
Do not forget my child
Take heed, be strong!
A man you’ve become
A master of your own destiny
© 2015 Bessielah David.
My life is in your hands;
My hope is “graciously” marred.
I live on honest Danes.
Merits is all I know
“Practise makes perfect”, I say!
But none too dared to show.
My pearls, I preach in spotless day,
The screams I hear in abundant mane
For all I care, the heathens pray.
The summers’ frame of earth less prey,
“I hear I hear the messengers’ plea!”
Of precious life a deed to spare
“My life is in your hands”, I say!
My hopes are hopeless, marred and bare
I hear, I hear no plea announced
Of what my life should be or should not be
I trail in blame, a thought to bear
My pray, a prayer of heart-felt snag,
My life! My life is in your hands.
© April 2015 by Bessielah David
“Thank you Mom for your love and care towards me.
Mom, you mean so much to me.
I will always remember you in my little heart.
May God Bless you in this special day.”
Love you always.
Your daughter and Son
Shania and Sonny
These are the handwritten words of my daughter in behalf of her and her brother. I had tears in my eyes when she gave me the card. It was not fancy or glossy like the ones you buy from the shops. It was hand-crafted by my daughter, who is turning nine in September. – It had taken her almost a week to decide on what to write on the card in preparation for that day. Mother’s Day! She had given me a hint of having to give me something on that day, and the excitement and anticipation of that actual day- for my daughter is something extra-ordinary, She couldn’t stop talking about it.
It was a beautiful card! what can a mother say when this gesture tears at your heart-strings; she had colored it red, with a big red heart at the center of the front page, designed the interior with triangular borders and shaded it with tiny hearts; she had written her note to me in pencil, despite the numerous pelts of eraser on the paper, she had managed to color and design the card, the way she planned it . I know – the thought that comes with the card amounts to nothing but a million pride, any mother would ask for – I know pride has it’s downers, but what more could a mother ask for, when you have your children building on their humane traits of – thoughtfulness, kindness and all the -ness that continues to be cultivated in their lifetime! It was a wonderful moment, I’ve had to share with my daughter and son. I don’t know about you mothers out there but to me, I couldn’t ask for a better gift than for my children’s thoughtfulness. It’s Priceless!
I wasn’t a mother when I married you,
yet you want me to be like your mother
I wasn’t “perfect” when you met me,
yet you expect me to be more than the other
I wasn’t expecting anything than acceptance,
of your love and repentance
I didn’t ask to fall in love with you
we fell in love despite strange perceptions
I willingly accepted you knowing
everything would be foretelling
With nothing but my wits and stupid love
You promised “it would be alright love”
I understand it would be tough but
with every passing moment in stride
Your loving embrace keeps me upright
I made my life with you even without dough
I believe in us – two hearts in one clove
So here I am inundated by your absence
I’ve tried once and tried again to make sense
Of why this unbearable abuses
had surfaced and resurfaced
against someone like me
Me, a mere reflection of you!
© 2012, Bessielah David
Tuesday afternoon was just another ordinary afternoon – I had just arrived from work safely at 0600 pm, albeit a myriad of traffic hustle – a cacophony of steel, smoke and dust; horns blaring, loud music, tyre-screeching, all rambling for the first slot of free space on the freeway to reach their destinations on time – “smart” PMV and taxi drivers raced for their lane space just to get to their destination quicker. A scene, all too familiar, it is a daily struggle to travel out and in from where I live.
I had just held my 16 month old toddler son David and was breast-feeding him when mom began the forecast of the day’s event’s – that happened to her and my son.
Mom had my son seated on our lounge table-top which was about a meter high and gave him a colored, reading book to glance at the pictures. David just loves books! He likes to see pictures and read in his baby-like lingua-franca, and that moment was no different, he was so quiet and busy concentrating on the reading book.
Mom had two slices of bread in the toaster earlier and was trying to retrieve the bread slices and put in new slices. The distance from the kitchen bench and the lounge table was about 4 meters wide. It’s actually quite a far. Mom was facing my son and walking backward to the toaster to retrieve the bread so she can keep an eye on my son, in case he tries to move. As soon as she reached the kitchen bench, she turned to put in new bread slices when she had removed the toasted ones. It was a split second, when she turned, my son was on the floor, lying on his sides trying to get up, but couldn’t. It was so quiet, at that time, and consciously thinking, my son would have broken an arm, leg or even his neck – he still can not climb up from the floor or down from a high place and there would have been a loud crash with my son crying in inevitable pain if he fell from the table.
I can only thank God for his grace and mercy and utter a “thank you Lord!” I know there is a mighty living God we serve. And He is just doing His job – baby-sitting and protecting my son for that crucial moment as he has always been doing.
There was no broken arm, or leg, not even a scratch or lump on his body and face. He is a miracle that God gave to me, considering the circumstances surrounding my gestation period and birth, But that is for another time.