On the day I was born My soul, clothed in skin Left knowledge behind So, life could begin I breathe with purpose Knowing not yet why I`m cut from her womb Least we both die Paraded for having A headful of hair Tied locks in ribbons So, people could stare The only girl The youngest of three Blood makes us kin LOVE, makes us family ---------------------------------written 2-18-2013--- My mom`s birthday ------
Debbie, whether it’s a riff or, as you playfully say, a ‘nervous breakdown,’ what came through was pure and beautiful—an unfiltered outpouring of your heart. The rawness of it, tears and all, carries the kind of truth that structure could never hold. I feel honored to have witnessed it, errors and all, because it’s not about perfection—it’s about presence. And you were fully present in that moment, as was your soul’s light.
I think perhaps I try to be too perfect, once long ago when courting someone she said I couldn't be her wife I was too pure!
I was probably overthinking what she said but it is one of those remarks you never forget.
Perhaps I need to lighten up a bit and trip up over myself like your riff, 🤔😄
I wish they had a hearty laugh button to click, but emojis will have to do😂
I have a fondness for words, always have. My issue at times is the way my brain processes the meaning of said word. School tests gave me difficulty at times, for the way the sentence structure framed the question. Some words contain dual meanings and my interpretation, well was wrong, in their eyes. 😏🤔
Today was euphoric! The whole experience felt as if I was one with the universe. I shared with my bestie of 42 years everything about her that I was thankful for with such deep emotion, knowing I wanted nothing left unsaid. We cried together, then laughed, then cried some more.
I needed to rest when I got home. Popped in/out of Substack and napped the rest of the day. In fact, I have only been up 1/2 hr. I have an MRI and Drs again tomorrow morning, so I won`t be too late tonight. 🥱😉
Debbie, I see just now, the beautiful comment above just after your poem written on your mum's birthday, and I can’t help but wonder—was this your riff? It feels so spontaneous, flowing with the raw, beautiful truth of your soul. The way you express yourself here, how the words just are, is truly a gift. You’ve let the lock break and allowed yourself to be seen—a treasure not many share so freely. I feel honored to witness this part of you.
Yes, when I was texting you that very comment i didn`t think of structure, periods, or thought process. I allowed myself to type the raw emotion of the moment. Errors in all. I was on my phone in the car (not driving) So my fingers were trying to keep up, I couldn't see through my tears.
Your words spoken speak an understanding I've yearned for my entire life. I wanted to be seen not flashy like gold but seen for who I am , my essence my soul. You hVe allowed me to be free to just spew all from within, I cannot stop that the flow. Oh dear friend you're an angel sent from above. I know it's ok I know that I know
The world so beautiful just open our eye it's for us all
Debbie, your words breathe life into moments both fragile and sacred. From the mystery of our first breath to the love that binds us beyond blood, you remind us that life begins not just with birth, but with the purpose we grow into.
Your poem is a ribbon itself, one that ties your soul to your mother’s memory—delicate yet unbreakable. In sharing this, you allow us to witness both the tenderness of that bond and the light it still casts upon your path. What a beautiful gift to honor her.
When I wrote the above to you Mathew, I had just sat in my car in the Doctors parking lot. Your comment aloud the flood gates of tears flow. I began to riff (never done before) as I was crying. Then I called my bestie and told her how great I was feeling haven been seen from the inside. The lock is now broken. The one I must have put there. Your sight for seeing what I laid dormant so so many years ago.
Debbie, whether it’s a riff or, as you playfully say, a ‘nervous breakdown,’ what came through was pure and beautiful—an unfiltered outpouring of your heart. The rawness of it, tears and all, carries the kind of truth that structure could never hold. I feel honored to have witnessed it, errors and all, because it’s not about perfection—it’s about presence. And you were fully present in that moment, as was your soul’s light.
I think perhaps I try to be too perfect, once long ago when courting someone she said I couldn't be her wife I was too pure!
I was probably overthinking what she said but it is one of those remarks you never forget.
Perhaps I need to lighten up a bit and trip up over myself like your riff, 🤔😄
* she probably said she couldn't be my wife🥴 not I couldn't be her wife 🤣
I wish they had a hearty laugh button to click, but emojis will have to do😂
I have a fondness for words, always have. My issue at times is the way my brain processes the meaning of said word. School tests gave me difficulty at times, for the way the sentence structure framed the question. Some words contain dual meanings and my interpretation, well was wrong, in their eyes. 😏🤔
Today was euphoric! The whole experience felt as if I was one with the universe. I shared with my bestie of 42 years everything about her that I was thankful for with such deep emotion, knowing I wanted nothing left unsaid. We cried together, then laughed, then cried some more.
I needed to rest when I got home. Popped in/out of Substack and napped the rest of the day. In fact, I have only been up 1/2 hr. I have an MRI and Drs again tomorrow morning, so I won`t be too late tonight. 🥱😉
Debbie, I see just now, the beautiful comment above just after your poem written on your mum's birthday, and I can’t help but wonder—was this your riff? It feels so spontaneous, flowing with the raw, beautiful truth of your soul. The way you express yourself here, how the words just are, is truly a gift. You’ve let the lock break and allowed yourself to be seen—a treasure not many share so freely. I feel honored to witness this part of you.
Yes, when I was texting you that very comment i didn`t think of structure, periods, or thought process. I allowed myself to type the raw emotion of the moment. Errors in all. I was on my phone in the car (not driving) So my fingers were trying to keep up, I couldn't see through my tears.
Your words spoken speak an understanding I've yearned for my entire life. I wanted to be seen not flashy like gold but seen for who I am , my essence my soul. You hVe allowed me to be free to just spew all from within, I cannot stop that the flow. Oh dear friend you're an angel sent from above. I know it's ok I know that I know
The world so beautiful just open our eye it's for us all
BECAUSE LOVE NEVER DIES 💕
Debbie, your words breathe life into moments both fragile and sacred. From the mystery of our first breath to the love that binds us beyond blood, you remind us that life begins not just with birth, but with the purpose we grow into.
Your poem is a ribbon itself, one that ties your soul to your mother’s memory—delicate yet unbreakable. In sharing this, you allow us to witness both the tenderness of that bond and the light it still casts upon your path. What a beautiful gift to honor her.
When I wrote the above to you Mathew, I had just sat in my car in the Doctors parking lot. Your comment aloud the flood gates of tears flow. I began to riff (never done before) as I was crying. Then I called my bestie and told her how great I was feeling haven been seen from the inside. The lock is now broken. The one I must have put there. Your sight for seeing what I laid dormant so so many years ago.
* Or it`s a nervous breakdown😂🤣🤦♀️