The Little Girl’s Fight

When you wake up to the sound of your text alert going off at five-thirty A.M
it’s never a good sign
This morning was no exception
She quickly read the text which let her know
her new friend was at the hospital with her baby daughter

She thought okay the baby just had her first beaver and
her friend had been up all night because
we all know how Emergency Room waiting rooms are
the most efficient places on earth
Although, she wasn’t prepared for what she’d read next
That’s why this poem is spilling onto paper

Dear God she doesn’t know what to say
so she’ll just let her heart write the rest of these verses
She knows she’s asked you to answer a lot of prayers for her
since you called her loved one home
Could you answer another please?

Please don’t let the little girl’s fight end
with you taking her now
The world would be a much darker place without
the light beaming from those big absolutely beautiful eyes
She has dreams to chase and things to learn
She can’t wait to read the next chapters of the little girl’s story

A Little Brighter

It’s amazing how different the world can look and sound
after the stress that has colored it in a dark shade of gray as well as
made the songbird’s song sadder than she’s heard in a long while
has lifted in a way she had forgotten was even possible
She knew her troubles would work themselves out
as they have many times before
Yet she must admit this time she wasn’t too sure
how long the gray cloud would hang over her life

Today when she went out into the fresh spring air
inhaling her first breath of cool breeze
Everything seemed a little brighter
The white of the clouds seemed to pop against
the clear blue backdrop of a bright sunny sky
Even the songs of the birds sounded a little sweeter

If that wasn’t a sign that things are starting to look up for her
she doesn’t know what is
Now she really does believe one must make it through darkness to
fully appreciate the light
She hopes from now on her days will always be a little brighter

Drama Queen

Everyone who meets her sees the image
of sweetness and light she tries to portray
This portrayal can seem unconvincing from time to time
to those who know her better than she knows herself
Yet this isn’t her “best friend’s” pet peeve
 
Her “best friend’s” pet peeve is that she always seems to be on edge
two seconds from a meltdown every time her friend turns around
All the while blaming everyone around her for
being the cause of her stress and shortcomings
It’s hard for her friend to watch while she’s in that state of mind
Sometimes she acts as if the world’s going to end
if she doesn’t  save it on her own

If her friend could offer her some advice
she’d  tell her to stop letting life get her down
and to take it as it comes
She’d then tell her to take responsibility for her own actions
and the resulting consequences of those actions
instead of blaming  others when things don’t go her way
Yet the most important piece of advice she would give her
would be to stop being a drama queen
If she could do that her stress would just melt away

The Eyes of Love

He lets her be the person she loves to be
even when others won’t
If those who won’t let her be who she is
would take a moment they may see
the love she has to give
When her world starts crashing down
he’s always there to help her pick up the pieces

So to those who don’t want to or
won’t take that moment to get to know her
It’s okay it’s your loss as her mother always tells her
she’ll just give him the love
she would’ve given you once upon a time
He’ll always see her through the eyes of love and
she’ll always be grateful to him for
never giving up on her even when times were hard

Cover Girl

As you sit down to sip your morning coffee

You stare at the cover of your favorite magazine

out of the corner of your eye

The first words that escape your now pouted lips

are some you hope no one ever hears

"Damm she's hot, I wish I could look like that!"

Then you remember the face staring back from the glossy cover

has more than likely been airbrushed

In that moment you think of all that cover girl

has been through to get where she is

You suddenly say to yourself

I'm glad I'm not her

As you get up to go about your day

you glance back and say

Good luck to you beautiful

Another Sleepless Night

Another sleepless night the latest in a long lineShe tries to turn the events of her day off
so she can have a peaceful slumber but
no matter what she does her thoughts still race
Poems work themselves into verse
in her restless mind

She then feels the urge to
put her fingers to the keys
Yet, she can’t it’s almost three in the morning and
she only has a little time to close her tired eyes
Before her alarm goes off reminding her
she gets to do it all again

Damm, today’s to do list seems never ending
All she wants is to talk to the one she loves
Will he want the same?
The poems in her head
from last night want
to be put to paper
Writing has become like
breathing as of late
She hopes tonight won’t become
another sleepless night the latest
in a long line

Happily Ever After

When she was a little girl she
dreamed of finding her prince charming
A tall dark gorgeous man who’s
only mission in life is to take care of his little princess
Giving her everything she could ever want or need

What the fairytales didn’t tell her is that
some princes may be stunning to look at, but
they leave a lot to be desired in the personality department
She has known some of these so called princes for a while now
Often finding herself questioning whether or not she
would ever find a prince who
loves her as much as she loves him

Well she was lucky to find her prince charming
You’ll probably be shocked to hear
he’s not dark like the prince of a girl’s long ago dreams but
that’s okay he has everything
she always wanted but never dreamed
she could have one day

If you were to look through her eyes
you’d see a man who is a little taller than her
A man who has a fare complexion
just as she does
A man who’s sexy as hell and
has a personality she can’t get enough of

Even though happily ever after is
a tough and nearly impossible concept to live up to
She believes they can come close
If they’re willing to work on the problems that
will pop up from time to time

Unlike the relationships in fairytales
he is not solely responsible for her happiness
She’s an independent woman who
loves him more than he will ever know
Yet she still has dreams that she wants to chase
In the end making both their lives better

Four Leaf Clover

Her luck must be about to change for the better
at least that’s what her inner voice is telling her
She believes the four leaf clover she found is
a sign the tide of life is
about to take a positive turn for her
Is it too good to be true?

She’s pretty optimistic just
like she’s always been
She knows her turn is coming
With some good ole fashion Irish luck and
her faith everything she’s ever needed
will soon be hers

Dark Chocolate

She wakes wondering why

this dark chocolate man with skin as smooth as silk

keeps finding his way into her dreams after midnight

Is this why dark chocolate is forbidden?

She asks silently as she stands waiting

to see if their bodies become one tonight

Will she let nature guide her or will

love win the battle?

She has a man she loves more than life itself but

Mr. Dark Chocolate takes her to heights she's never known

All it takes is one caress of his tongue starting on her cheek and

making its way down her neck and

she's hooked like a dark chocolate addict

who needs her fix

She then realizes she can't walk away

from her dark chocolate dream

Now wondering if she would even want to

Breathlessly she wakes feeling like

her dark chocolate dream has taken

the one thing she wanted to share with

the love of her life

Relax she tells herself it was just a dream

That gift is still yours to share

with the one you love

Broken Wing

I feel like the beautiful red robin
sitting on my window ledge
Singing what sounds like a beautiful yet heartbreaking melody
As her angelic notes reach my ear
I can’t help but wonder what has her so sad

Is it love gone wrong?
No, I say in answer to my own question it's a different kind of pain
Love should never hurt such a breathtaking creature
like herself
She seems to be pleading with someone
as If to say if you could just listen
I’ll tell you what’s bothering me

I’m here I tell her
Then I see the cause of all her grief
she has a broken wing and
like me she doesn’t want to depend on anyone but herself
I will only give you the help you need
I won’t take away your freedom
I promise her
You will be as good as new before you know it
then you can have the freedom
you need my friend

I realize the robin and I
want the same things
The freedom to be who we are
I hope I can be like her someday soon

Dear Mom

I know no matter how old I getI’ll always be your little girl and
I want you to know I’ll always love you
Lately we’ve been getting on one another’s nerves
saying things we both know we don’t mean
Yet we’re not saying the things loved ones
should never leave unsaid
We’ve been through a lot you and I and
It hurts to hear you question my love
I know that phrase is made up of three little words but
I promise life has taught me not to use that phrase
unless I mean it
When it comes to you dear mom
I always have, and I always will mean it
I love you yet I have so much to say
Some of which might sting but
I have to be honest
Isn’t that what you taught me not so long ago?

I never wanted to be a burden to you
The truth is I feel like I have been
for quite some time and
I’m truly sorry but
I refuse to be your excuse for
your problems anymore
I wasn’t to blame for you dropping out of college
that was your own doing
I wasn’t to blame for coming into the world
with the disability God chose for me to face
that was a choice I had no say in but
I see it as a gift

I’m the daughter whose eyes you see
your own regret in when you gaze into them
The knowledge of that fact makes me want to cry but
I won’t because I know crying is the
one thing that makes me weak
at least in your eyes
I’m shedding your regret
like a heavy coat on a warm day

I want us to have a mother daughter relationship like we once did
when my mom was the center of my world and
I was the center of hers
When all is said and done
I’ll always be there whenever you need me

Isabella Destany

Where am I?

I ask sitting in a place so dark I
couldn’t even see my hand if it was in front of my face
No response to my question
All I hear are a little girl’s squeals
of pure delight
This must be a dream I realize


Then I see my love sitting right next to me
he smiles that evil but cute
smile I can’t help but love, yet says nothing
Suddenly the darkness lifts and
I’m shocked by what I see

The little girl whose squeals I heard
has the same blonde curls my love use to
I can’t see anymore of her features because
she has her back to me
I ask “Oh God could she be?”

Then I call her by the name I’ve had
in my heart if we should ever be blest
with a daughter

Isabella Destany; in an instant she turns and
says “Yes mommy!”
I can’t believe how beautiful she is
the spitting image of her dad
I know from that point on she is our little girl

I’ve had that dream a few times over the years
what I wouldn’t give for it to come true
Yet I know there is only one who knows
I’ll leave it up to Him