"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Tuesday, February 01, 2000

Family Values

I am so very tired,
from top to bottom;
from inside out.
Physically; mentally; emotionally;
I'm too weak to even shout.

There's nothing I can do;
struggling to hold him as he suffers.
He is almost stronger than me;
no doubt, he is much tougher.

No matter what I try,
'tis of no use,
yet I continue trying!
That is all I do!

My body, rigid and stiff,
trying to accomodate;
walking the halls; trying positions;
oh, how I too ache!

I feel so very alone.
There is no help or friend.
I guess you learn real quickly
who you can count on in the end.

This is about a family bond.
For my son, I would do anything.
I wish that my family wanted to help me,
the way I want to help him.

So alone and so tired;
this is so hard to take.
I've tried so hard to stay strong.
Please don't let me break.

Please grant me the strength.

February 1, 2000

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