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For October 2018, the question posted was: How do major life events affect your writing? Has writing ever helped you through something?
I'm a poet, and I have written poetry all my life. I've written it when I was in love in high school, when my heart was broken, when I learned I was pregnant, when I got married, when my husband and I would have ground-shaking fights, and when a loved one has passed. These are like poetry triggers for me.
In researching for this post, I dusted off some old journals dating back 17 years when I had my daughter. I found TONS of poetry entries followed by a few paragraphs explaining what prompted them. There were poetry pieces on the triumphs and tribulations of first-time parents, relationship struggles, work stresses, and anything else having to do with having a baby. I was practically oozing poetry. About the time my daughter turned four, the "shock" of parenting wore off and the poetry paused, as did the journal entries.
Journaling is one of those things that dies down when life gets way too busy. Like working out, eating right, and meeting with friends for no reason -- life gets in the way. But when tragedy happens, I pick up a pen. In the 9/11 attacks where I lost a friend, when a cousin was murdered in Argentina during the economic crisis, and when my brother was stationed in Iraq during the war and we didn't hear from him for 3 months. I wrote Dulce Is Home when my mother in law passed away a few years ago, and it helped me and my husband cope.
But, I've also written poetry to celebrate the wonders of life and all its hopes and inspirations. And nothing has inspired me more than my kids. Below is a poem I wrote to my daughter just a few months after she was born. Finding it in my old journal entries has put a smile on my face today. I hope you enjoy it too.
I hope to teach my newborn daughter
How to survive in this crazy place;
To hold her head up strong and high
With dignity and grace;
To be armed with endless wit and charm
That no one can ignore;
To speak her thoughts, clear and loud,
To be heard as a thunderous roar;
To fight with words and not big fists,
For it will leave a more lasting effect;
To rule the world with the might of the right
And earn her opponent’s respect;
To live life free and adventurously,
And to take risks -- it's part of the scheme;
To never miss out on opportunities
That just might fulfill her dreams;
To forget about all those broken hearts
And love like she’s never been hurt;
To allow herself to get scared silly,
And train her senses to be fully alert;
To always look forward, never back;
To forgive but never forget;
To keep her conscious free of guilt,
And to live a life with little regret.
I pray that she'll wake up each day
With pure excitement of what's to be;
The world is hers for the taking;
It's her destiny.
@ Tanya Miranda
|This little gem is graduating high school this year. |
Time is cruel...
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