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Dedicated to Lacey.

A chocolate morsel of a moral.

A sign of character

Inner Strength

Fortitude

Heart

Spirit

 

Is so often viewed during times of success

Climbing the Ladder

Acceptance

The Winner Takes All

Victory

Scholarship

Promotion

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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For the beautiful spirits gracing us here on earth.

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You’re already there, aren’t you?

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

 

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A moment with Samuel.

tenderly

oh, so gently

His eyes gazed

upon my hand

His fingers took mine

in that instant

I was made to see

all the purity and innocence

innate since birth

not an evil in this world

could steal it away

flawless

fair

fragile

skin as soft as the

petal of a rose

pristine

communication

of indelible love

placed within the

palm of my hand

He then drew my hand close

as if to hold it near his heart

His nobility is angelic

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Dedicated to Samuel.

I am me and

You are you

But we are we.

We are one

every time

Me and my shadow

go for a walk.

Me and my shadow.

You are in front

I am behind

I would have it

no other way

You greet first

With a great big smile

To all the passers-by

Dogs of every size

And children

Playing

Biking

Running

Laughing

You love shiny cars

and buses

and trucks

and all of the green

that is in our world

grasses and

trees and

bushes

I love the poppies at the end of the street

Great big orange poppies

dancing in the breeze

And the bush with the red tea roses

Hundreds and

hundreds of

red tea roses

I love the rose that

grows just for you

You can see it and

touch it and

smell it

Yes, we are one

Whether the sun is hanging over our sky east or west, casting our shadow right or left, I always find you quite intrigued with the shadow we portray.

me and my shadow

I look at the

cars and

trucks and

buses

with you

You look at the

flowers

with me

You are in front

I am behind

I love our shadow.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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