I think I missed my calling as a greeting card writer - enjoy!

Hello everyone!

Here's a background on the poem below: I wrote this poem to my daughter, when my dear friend, LeRoy, was passing from cancer.  At the time, she lived with her dad in another state.  She was so young and really couldn't grasp fully what was going on because LeRoy wanted to pass away at home.  So, I asked her dad if he could take our daughter because LeRoy didn't want her to see him in the state of diminishing health that he was experiencing and eventually, his demise.  She was so young at the time and he just didn't think it was right.

Now, if I was as creative as my daughter is, I would have created a full blown card; however, I don't possess that talent so she had to settle for a poem.  Here it is, written in August 1994, LeRoy passed on September 1, 1994.

You

(A Tribute to Elizabeth)

I heard of the birth of a newborn child

and I thought of you.

I saw two children playing in a sandbox

and I thought of you.

I saw a young girl doing cartwheels in the park

and I thought of you

I saw the sky shining lovely and blue

the sun rays over the horizon

I heard the birds sing

the children laughing

saw the traffic bustling

listened to some music

went to bed

woke up...

In every minute, of every day

my heart and thoughts go to you!

I'm so proud to be your mom...Keep up the good work!

Like I said, I should be writing greeting cards, ha ha.

Please let me know what you think!  

This Thing Called Life - a poem I wrote in the early 90's. Please take some time to read.

This Thing Called Life, by Mai Calev

I have divorced myself from the world in which you live...
Too much chaos and anxiety, not enough serenity to give...

Too much judgment passed on people never known...
Enlighten me with some facts, how does your garden grow?

Is it beautiful with bright colors? Deep seeded in green?
Nourished from an unconditional love ever-lasting?  Or is
it brown and yellow, dreadful or dreary? From a life gone past
and a future worth fearing?

Do you live with regrets in your life for not knowing? For never taking
the steps towards your own growing?

For life is as precious, as love is rare... let all who have it, keep it
and handle with care... Rejoice in the moments some people never get the
chance to share.

Time spent with a loved one and taken for granted, is like a seed from the
garden that has never been planted.

In this thing we call "life" we are offered some choices: some good, some bad, some
not even worth taking, but each individual is solely responsible for the choices
they're making.

I choose to take life for all it has to offer.  I choose to be kind,  choose to smile. 
I choose to love, laugh, and live all the while...

I believe in live and let live, for my memories, love and experiences, are all I have give.

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Stay tuned for next week's poem written in 1994, a tribute to my friend, LeRoy