"butterfly"
© 2006 Dawn Lavigne
It's the simple things in life,
Like the beauty in a butterfly as it takes flight
Or the teenage daughter that becomes a college bound sight.
It's one of life's greatest wonders,
A treasure to be sure to enjoy in my winter years.
I will smile then and remember when.
She entered life with the beauty of an angel,
Half bald, long and thin. As a newborn babe,
Her wakeup cry crept up the skin.
And even as she'd push side to side,
She was cradled in love, deep and true
For her mother knew, she needed it inside.
As it washes over me again, I remember when.
Raised to walk in the way of God, family, laughter,
And silly things, She has confidence, fun,
And womanly wiles on her wings.
An angel she is not.
But as the beauty in her wings, steadfast is she in values,
Convenient or not.
With pride, I remember when.
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"possibilities" © 2006 Dawn Lavigne
When Life isn't fair
And we loose our direction
It's time for people to care
And....make a decision.
Allowed to go back to work...FINALLY.
Then WOW....EMC Corporation says, "Not here!"
My future is now (surprisingly)
Being planned over a beer.
There's more to this stew
For Dawn Dew
December, my mortgage is due
To be renewed.
I asked the mortgage company
To allow me to renew, But they say,
"Approval?? With no income....NO WAY!!"
I now have to sell without delay.
So, Farmer Bill I need you to command
If you will sell me a few acres of your land?
This answer I need so I can decide
To Lemmon South Dakota do I reside?
I want to build a home with a view that is wide
As seen by my kin years ago.
No worries if you should say "No"
Because then, to Arizona I'll go.
The Lord knows better what the future will hold
And, I feel as if he's telling me to be bold.
With no job...and loosing my home
I'm wondering if he's telling me to roam?
I can be happy in either place:
Phoenix or Lemmon.
.... They draw me both in time and space.
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"adam ant"
© 2006 Dawn Lavigne
Led through those work-filled years,
Of sunshine, joy, and
tears
Family values, laughter,
and silly things,
And the pride that
accomplishment brings.
A
mother's love is not always a convenient thing
But a livelong treasure
to which we cling
I want you to know, as
you finish this year,
I wish you the best...for
to me you are dear.
The love
you have had as you went through the years
Has helped you develop
and banished your fears
Raised near family and
afar,
With ties kept just as
they are!
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"you made my children cry: ode to a dead beat dad"
© 2006 Dawn Lavigne
When you didn’t visit as you said you would
I held our crying son as best I could
Then you used the children to "even the score!"
And you hurt them even more
You made my children cry
Their summers were spent waiting and wanting
For their Dad to put in an appearance
But you were to busy "Getting on with your life"
So you didn't give your kids a second glance
And, you made my children cry
They only wanted your love and kindness
......A visit from their Dad
Not an angry man with a grudge
No surprise that they ended up so sad
That's how you made my children cry
You had to be forced to contribute every dollar
"You won't bleed me dry," you'd holler
Oh, how your son cried even more
As you evened this stupid score
When you denied him that you'd raised to avoid child support
He is only an "adopted" son you told the court
Guess you thought this was a good reason to make my children cry
You said I was only a paycheck and a fool
For the many years that I supported you
And, you hated me....this I know
Because you've used our children to tell me so
But, I did not cry.....Until you made my children cry
Your daughter was inconsolable after your manipulation
You criticized her Mom so bad which made her so sad
That she cried for a hour before she fell asleep
With tear stains on her cheek
What For?
Oh Yeah.....you wanted to even the score!
So, you made my children cry
You see, your words did not hurt me
As they did the kids
Born of a union that was "not meant to be"
You tell the children this and so much more
Guess you feel as if
You have evened the score
Even as the years continued to pass, you made my children cry
We cannot make our past go away
Nor do we understand why people act in a certain way
You are a dead beat dad, a drunk, and a disgrace
It makes me sad to know the shame that you will face
Because one day you will ask yourself
"Why did I make my children cry?"
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"acknowledgement"
by 2008 Dawn Ottman
Long ago as two little girls, we sat beside you Mom
The woman who loved us had no money for Christmas
And told us the truth about Santa Claus
A tear lands on my cheek
as I remember
Not the truth told....but the truth teller
Thank you Mom for your courage
You fought to make us unafraid...and we started to grow hope
Then you taught us to lift ourselves up....to be unashamed of where we
lived
And we came to know hope
On the highway of life we look for happiness in
what was once our family
And wish we could be more of a sisterhood, but pride has become our
enemy
Our fences are up and like brick walls they encase us
As we falsely protect ourselves from threats that aren't real
As parents, we believe we are better than Mom
is
But.....Probably not
We don't realize what we have taught our children
One day they will treat us like we treat our Mom
In spite of the differences we have had
In spite of the differences we will always have
We join together today to tell you Mom
We are proud of you and we love you...and we always will
Much of our happiness today is because of your
unselfish gifts
Much of our success today is because of your lessons
We hoard our successes and fail to see the gifts bestowed on us
That only a Mother's love can give
Thanks Mom for teaching us to dance
For teaching us to enjoy the dance
And then for dancing with us
...Even in public
We acknowledge you
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