Poem: The Changeling

Frangiponi

Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. 

We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, and the most important thing in our lives. 

Love is the creator of our favorite memories, the foundation of our fondest dreams, a promise always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. 

This radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all -- one known only by those who love. ~Anonymous~


Changeling: (noun): 1. One who, or that which, is left or taken in the place of another.

The Changeling

by CJ Heck

At dawn,
I looked
with eyes
wide open.

The color of
his hair had
snow-stormed
a wintery grey,
crowded out
to who knows where
to join
a master work
in perfect granite,
his finite features
raisined to
roadways
that buckled
into nose
and cheek
and brow.

Somehow spared
by nature's cruelty
are steel blue eyes,
eyes that walk
my dreams,
and lips
that taunt
and tease.

Where was I
when all this
happened?
Here,
a changeling, too,
and robbed
as well?

Today
when morning
slipped inside
and kissed
my eyelids,
I felt blessed
it reached across
to touch his too.

From the book, "Anatomy of a Poet"







"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck

Poem: "I Remember Mama"

Joanne Parrish - My Mama

I woke up this morning with Mama on my mind. She passed away years ago, but I still miss her.  It doesn't matter how old we get, our mothers remain in our hearts forever.

I Remember Mama

by CJ Heck

I remember Mama
blowing chewing gum bubbles
while she ironed.
I was too young for school,
Sesame Street wasn’t invented yet,
the rain was pouring outside
and I was awed.

I remember Mama
sewing at her machine into the night
when she had to get up early for work,
patching my favorite pair of cutoffs
'just one more time'
or putting pockets on pants
because my little brother adored them,
and I still hear her words,
"There’s all kinds of ways to say
I love you."

I remember Mama
teaching us that beauty on the inside
was more important than on the outside,
and "A kind word to someone
might be the only kind word
that person heard all day"
... and how good it felt
finding out she was right.

I remember Mama
telling us to hold onto our dreams,
make them happen, and never say "I can’t"
and how funny I thought it
when she said
the world was our watermelon
and all we had to do was
grab it and take a bite.

I remember Mama
who taught us best by example
with her unconditional love.
"Love isn’t love until it’s given away
and it’s in the giving that we know
it truly does come back ten-fold."

I remember, Mama ...


[from the book, Anatomy of a Poet]

"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck