MomsGetReal™ Poet Extraordinaire Tammy Bartholomew

You’re In My Heart

 
I said I miss you today
Even though we are miles apart
You said you were with me
Because I had you in my heart
You are growing up so fast
A strong handsome young man
It boggles my mind
Things you can comprehend
Told you I was moving on
What did I need to do
Explain but you all said
We are happy for you
What an adult answer
For me to make a new start
From my strong handsome son
Remember you will always in my heart
 

The Steps of Letting Go

Emotions run high
During the divorce grieving process
You feel every one of them
Trying to figure out this mess
Manipulated, mad
Are a few to start
Frustrated, betrayed
Because someone broke your heart
Denial is the first phase
I hear you go through
Not wanting to believe
Someone is threw with you
Anger and rage
Is next I am supposed to feel
Still trying to get there
In the process trying to heal
Depression on the docket
Do I really need to go there
All I have been through
Do I even dare
Hurt, confusion, rage
Has to be in there somewhere
I’m sure they wouldn’t be
If the person truly cared
Acceptance is part of the last step
I have to take
Prayers and letting go
Forgiving the mistakes

Nails in Our Coffin

Through our additions
 
We face each day
 
We start to put nails in our coffin
 
In a bed we must lay
 
Whether it be with alcohol
 
Or maybe even drugs
 
Sometimes even through
 
The ones we loved
 
We hear our bodies our a temple
 
We keep putting poisons in
 
See it doesn’t seem to matter
 
The world just continues to spin
 
Maybe it is with food
 
Certain amounts to survive
 
Not every food healthy
 
To help keep us alive
 
What about the disease
 
We can’t seem to fight
 
Another nail in our coffin
 
Closer to our forever goodnight
 
We are so engrossed
 
Just keep putting the toxin in
 
When will we learn
 
This is one nail closer to our end
 
We are all in the vicious cycle
 
Some can’t even see
 
How their actions
 
Start to affect me
 
We want to believe
 
The more knowledge we have
 
We should be able to face
 
Maybe just learn to laugh
 
Additions come in many forms
 
You never realize
 
Sometimes we tricks ourselves
 
In believing our own lies
We don’t want to face
 
We are all the same
 
Some may even die sooner
 
Of the dreaded game