…Never to be underestimated.
Those who are kind, do so out of this special place in their heart.
I’ve met a few people in my life, and recognize the difference between genuine love given (kindness) from those seeking something in return for a favor done.
The difference is this…
… no expectation of a gift of any kind in return. Friendship remains intact and conversations and interactions continue to carry with them their natural rhythm, playfulness, joy, sorrow, triumphs, losses and love.
I’ve given to many people in my lifetime without remembering who or what, and upon occasion, one of these persons will come back to me and say, ‘Hey, thanks again, just wanted to give this back to you.’ I look at them and say, I don’t remember giving this to you. It makes me feel good to give without expectation of something in return. Occasionally, when I can get away with it and have a few extra dollars, I will buy the persons coffee behind me in the coffee line, or bring someone flowers to someone who isn’t expecting anything but my presence. It’s a gift of love and kindness.
© Anita Adams 2018
How does one get through it
from the beginning as a child, helpless and homeless
with love and tenderness
questions and falls
How does one get through it
from teenage years, believing the knowledge learned is all that’s needed to survive
bad decisions, determination, and a decision to survive, not die
How does one get through it
with faith, prayer, friends and an inner longingness to answer one’s call
©Anita Adams 2017
Someone once asked Where does love go when the lights go out?
Love is love – it’s an action – it’s a dance – it’s a balancing act
Loss brings one to their knees – to the ground – spinning them around
Love is loss turned inside out and upside down
Where does love go when the lights go out? To sleep I imagine – to dream – to hope and believe.
©Anita Adams
Flaming June
dying feels like drowning
the body slows down
listening for the breath
listening to the heatrbeat
drenched in sweat
longing for oxygen
struggling silently to breathe
all the while there are those around them – praying, comforting, believing they are ready to let go, telling themselves that this is the way he or she would want to go
gurgling, heart pounding, seeking oxygen
here comes another shot of morephine
asking themselves while holding their breath is this when he/she will let go
is this really how he/she or I would really like to let go
a hole is inside of me – my breath is shallower than normal, I have to remember to breathe
she said she was ready
he never said so in those concrete words I’m ready to go
he blew kisses instead as we said goodnight.
©Anita Adams
A day of remembrance of those who gave birth to us and those who gave birth to them and if we are mother’s ourselves, it’s a day where we remember giving birth to ours.
A few years ago, I wrote this poem and recited it for the first time ever in front of 50 people or so. The title is Love ’em Up.
Love ’em Up
with hugs and kisses
listen to their wishes
no matter what they seem
no matter what their dreams
Love ’em Up
with hugs and kisses
teach them what you know
demonstrate your love by listening to them while they grow
Love ’em Up
Let them be children
play in streams, color, sing, climb mountains, swim the oceans, bruise knees
teach them to love themselves, to love others, no matter their ethnicity, religion or creed, no matter how they seem.
Love ’em Up.
©Anita Adams (Original 2015/Revised 2017)
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