Notes from the Inside: "Mother"


Tiny - Posted on 14 April 2011

Author: 
Bernard Patrick

MOTHER

YOU are the First
beginnings Of the first love I've ever known...
 kindness, warmth, trust,
  All this you have shown...
YOU are
the perfect rainbow
across the sky of every human being,
 YOU are the flower view
 my soul keep seeing...

Your nourishment gave me the power
to continue on
with strong motion,  you are
  the raw essence
   of truth
  and devotion...
your wisdom is the treasure,
your giving has no measure,
much higher and precious than any other...
you are the one
you are my mother.

Bernard Patrick
2/23/99

BEING POOR AIN'T NO STATE OF MIND

When the winds be blowin'
so very hard
and the cold is assaulting
one's bones, when
the very bottom of one's belly
cries out to a world
the just don't hear,
to a world that just don't
really know the
 serious push
  of the
pains that
 hunger their
 way
 above and beyond
  the heart...
When one's only dream
is to be warm and realized...
just to be realized.
 When one has allowed
 the neat commodities
 of pride
  to become vaporized
  In the fluttering wings of hope...
When one has engaged
in the vast theater
  of other people's stare
  and disregard.
When one must become an
actor or actress for the small
 but wanting
  facet
  of a meal.
Being poor is the tragic song
  that has no
 particular music, it's
  a song and a journey
that has no apparent end...
...It is the cracked reflection
 in a cultural mirror
 that often breaks
 into little
  jagged
  elements called terrible...
Being Poor
 is like the shadow
 squeezing in
  between two tan
  buildings...
Being Poor is deplorable... it is
 the profane exterior
 of hurt
  encrusted
 and shackled
 along the narrow lines of reality.
 

Bernard Patrick, 1999
GSP EF307420
100 GA, HWY, 147
Reidsville, GA
30499

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