Make it so…


Through this life, I make this trek

Feeling alone, like a minuscule speck.


I dream of places I hope to see

Brimming with imagination and diversity.


Questions abound with fear of the unknown:

Should I do this?  Should I wait to be shown?


Circling around through the neurons in my brain

I ponder the “what ifs” somewhat feeling the strain.


I still ask the question, Should I really go?

In the depths of my mind, I say, “Make it so.”


Encountering new people could be scary;

Therefore, I might keep wandering; I will not tarry.


To reach the frontier of mankind, I can hardly wait.

Logic is the only rationale to keep me in a constant state.


I still question; I still hesitate…there is so much to wage…

Should I advance?  Should I engage?


This world seems extremely fascinating.

My curiosity peaks…it is scintillating.


I still ask the question, Should I really go?

In the depths of my humanity, I say, “Make it so.”




Go Put Your Lipstick On


Today, as we were driving home from our trip to New Orleans to see my oldest stepdaughter graduate from college, I was looking at Facebook and all of the wonderful pictures and sentiments everyone was posting about their mothers.  While in the midst of reminiscing about the good times I had with my own mother, who died in 1995, I remembered something she would always say to me.  This phrase inspired this poem I wrote today in the car.  In the picture above, I was between 1 to 2 years old and my mother would have been in her mid-30s. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers out there!!  Treasure every moment you have with your mother; each text, each conversation, each visit, and each hug are precious.

As a young child,

I never was wild,

Only talked too much;

Upon meeting me, I was mild.


My mother was classy,

Never sassy,

A true June Cleaver was she

Providing etiquette always to me.


Anytime we would exit the house to leave,

Never a wrinkle on her sleeve,

Her lips were adorned with a rosy hue

I know and believe.


As I got older,

I became bolder

With a hint of a powdery mask on my face

So, I wouldn’t look colder.


As a teen,

I would feel I was living the dream

To be with my friends on the scene;

However, my mother would notice

My makeup being lean.


Go put your lipstick on…


She repeated this phrase

With my rolling eye gaze,

But in a haze,

I would do what she says.


Getting into the car,

Not even to go very far,

She would always want me to be a star,


Go put your lipstick on…


Once I lived out and about on my own

Because I thought I was grown,

I would always remember my mother telling me


Go put your lipstick on…


Only a few years later she became ill,

And against her will,

She passed onto something greater still.


When we came into view of her slumbered state,

I wouldn’t relate

For many reasons and not believing this was her fate.


Her face had never seemed so colorless,

It seemed like a dream,

Her lips so pale,

Not even a sheen.

I knew there was something that had to be done,

This last one,

I told the man,


Go put her lipstick on…


Until this day,

Twenty-two years since she went away,

Every time I walk out of the house,

I can hear her say,


Go put your lipstick on…

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