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IF I COULD by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

I wrote this poem when my sons were experiencing being bullied in school...

As much as I would advocate for them with the school system, it broke my heart to see them go through this painful time in their lives. Even as life can continue to be cruel to them, I want then to know I am always here for them, cheering them on their passionate journey.

If I Could
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

If I could scoop up,
a handful of stars-
bouquet of light,
to bring joy to your heart-
I would.
If I could gather up the colors of the rainbow,
cover you with laughter-
bring a smile to your face,
I would.
tender tears that cry now,
life's blows-
have fallen upon you.
I am here child,
but the tears you cry now,
can't be lulled by a lullaby,
once in my arms-
my sweet tender charms,
singing softly in your ear-
as I rocked you to sleep.
my heart is broken,
to see your pain-
I want to take it all away,
have you run in a field with children-
laughing & playing games.
but sometimes,
in this lost forgotten world-
life can be cruel,
and when you feel like-
you have no where to turn,
I am here.
You will find your path,
your creative soul-
of gentleness and spontaneity,
will rise amongst those-
who belittle you.
for I will be there,
to cheer you on,
when you feel like you've lost-
when you've actually won.
to see you climb,
high above the rest-
who have scoffed at you,
for you are a diamond-
that shines,
illuminating life-
you who are filled with beautiful dreams,
that have yet to come true.

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling. I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I recently published my own poetry book "Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life" available here, and am currently working on volume II I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.



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