Posts Tagged ‘compassion’


A young child

a grandson

two years old


in the front seat

behind the wheel

of a convertible

with the roof





the sun out

skies of blue

with Grandma


at his side

bounteous smiles


with love


at his other side

standing outside

of course

cause grandbaby

has it all

under control


pale with

reddened eyes

as though she slept

upon clenched fists

long unkempt hair

dirty clothes

her body crying

for more heroin


I could feel her

writhing pain

in the middle of town

the sun out

skies of blue

she bent down

picking up a



smoked cigarette

we each caught

a glimpse of the other

she looked down


maybe in shame

I looked up


maybe with hope

and a prayer

for her life


There we were

crossing the

Hot Metal Bridge

all along

the entire span

were strung











Photo by Ed Rieker for Aerie by American Eagle



bras in every color

every texture

every cup size

all strung there

high above

the sun out

skies of blue

hope gleaming down


breast cancer

far, far, away

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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Dedicated to Lacey.

A chocolate morsel of a moral.

A sign of character

Inner Strength





Is so often viewed during times of success

Climbing the Ladder


The Winner Takes All




Gold Medal


Yet it is in my

Trials of enduring the unknown, fear, pain

Attempts to better myself and the lives I encounter

Choice to bring beauty, hope, peace into my world

Devotion to remain true to my God and those I love

Conscious decision that ultimately

reflects my attitude toward either

promoting the positive or the adverse

in any given moment


My character should not be measured by my success

but by the path I walk.


Which brings me now to the title of this poem,

that obviously took me to a place I knew not of

when I first contemplated the idea of


Chocolate Mousse


I know of a young girl

of who shall I say

has had a burden to bear

for the last eight months

of her teenage life.

She has been

Accused of portraying her injury by both adults and her peers.

These accusations have been made publicly.

          Privately whispered in her ear.

                   Rumored from one to another.

In front of her.                                      Behind her back.

All of these accusations were committed and endured

repeatedly for quite a long time.

To be followed by a few apologies. Not many, not all, only a few.

Finally, after all of the accusations quiet, or so we may assume since we have heard of none recently, her physical symptoms escalate. She is faced with the reality and possibility of two debilitating and fearful diseases. What does this young girl do at the end of the day?

She does something beautiful.

She makes Chocolate Mousse.

Not the instant kind. Oh no.

The egg yolk

Whipping heavy cream

Melting lovely chocolate

Blending it all together

Until a heavenly loveliness

Is rendered by her

Caring and thoughtful ways.

And then she shares.

At the end of her day

She focuses on hope

Living her life to prove it.

Where do you find yourself when most everyone you respect turns their back on you? She had to advocate for herself in many situations where adults were in complete defiance, not only to their chosen profession, but to an ailing child. Those that had the power to help her rallied together and claimed they had “no obligation” to help her. They had “no obligation” to care for her needs unless it was included on a signed legal agreement. Really, I am telling you the truth. They had “no obligation.” Bear with me here as I write it one more time to coincide with how many times they communicated it verbally and written about an injured child. “We have no obligation…”

From out of pain, beauty.


Are you strong enough to remain beautiful when your health, your livelihood and even your life are in jeopardy of never being who you were before tragedy strikes? Can you even endure the thought that your tomorrow may never be? Can you lay your head down to slumber knowing that you chose not to be obligated to another human being when it was indeed in your power to initiate change?

Will you make Chocolate Mousse

Bake cookies or bread

Smile in the mirror

Pick a flower

Call an old friend

Be kind to yourself

Or another

Or maybe a stranger

Would you rather be greeted by dreams of peace

because you have thus spent your day?

Giving has such a remarkable way of lingering

Within the very heart that chose to give.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

http://markconner.typepad.com/ A Picture of HOPE January 23, 2011



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Into my arms you were placed

"Care is a state in which something does matter; it is the source of human tenderness." ~Rollo May

your breath brought life

to be embraced

A fevered brow upon my palm

an anxious heart quietly calmed

His eyes are closed

he lies quite still

Music from my heart

this room will fill

There is loneliness

There are tears

I will comfort through all your fears

By your side

I will hold your hand

as you leave for another land

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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No matter the texture of my hair

nor my skin, dark or fair

the oceans of my eyes

~take notice~

there is nothing to despise.

There upon discovered lies my soul

a beautiful treasure not many behold.

I’ll take you by the hand

to a faraway distant land

a place where the noble, true, and kind

with yielding hearts,

the nations we will bind.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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On a quiet path

of varied bricks

strolling along


musing the beauty all around

in one corner of the walkway

weeds and grasses

of countless varieties

had                                          overgrown                               overtaken

the beauty that was originally there

looking down and taking notice

my eyes fell upon one lonely wildflower

of bright yellow petals

with a brilliant orange pistil

the morning dew, still refreshing it

but the stem was fragile looking

almost weary


A very hot and sunny summer day

a fledgling

testing his wings

Enjoying                                  his                                            freedom

finding himself a bit of earth

for the pleasure of bathing


of the dangers surrounding


by the dear soul driving

the young bird

met death that afternoon


I picked the sparrow up

carried it to a shady place

under a great pine tree

where the air is cool and tender

laying it to rest


Like the flower

You may feel lonely and separated

Overcome by situations in your life

Not able to see through the confusion

Searching for a glimpse of hope

Weary of trying

the dewdrops                 are the tears                     from a sorrowful heart

watching the sparrow


if death occurred

Would anyone care?

Would anyone take notice?

by all means



A simple wildflower

A simple sparrow

A simple life of beauty

as the wildflower was nearly consumed

by weeds of all sorts

it was still in full view of the Maker

as the sparrow was kissed by death

He was still in full view of the Maker

when feelings of loneliness

attempt to discourage you

know that you are in full view

of the Maker of heaven and earth

as He clothed the lilies resplendently

so has He brought beauty

to His creation

by placing you here

In the midst

as His eye is on the sparrow

realize that you are never alone

He will never leave you

He will never forsake you

His love for you is eternal


Reveal to Loneliness               that you have a Friend            His name is Truth

“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Luke 12:27

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26

“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7

The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” Jeremiah 31:3

“I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.” Jeremiah 31:13b

Thompson Chain-Reference Bible NIV

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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The only joy


in wiping away your


tear shed

is in the


that you will


shed another.

Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. For you, O lord, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 116:7-9 Thompson Chain-Reference Bible NIV

I love you forever Gram. ~Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Upon the footpath of life

deep in the forest

all alone

My Lord appeared and

walked along with me

my heart was filled

with gratitude

I took Him by the hand

He looked into my eyes

I need not say a word

He placed His hands

over my heart and

blessed me with


Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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