The past few days have been a roller coaster of fun that I’ve enjoyed with my special blogger friends, T. Wayne from A Joyful Process and Lady G from seekthebestblog spreading love and hoping that those who participated all had a great time along with us.
It’s not too late to check out each of our blogs to look for that special song that you might want to use for a special occasion with your loved ones. In addition we’re excited that other bloggers joined in and made the circle of love even bigger.
Today though, I want to pay special tribute to my daughter who is celebrating her 22nd birthday . I couldn’t have asked for a greater Valentine gift which gives us reason to share the love everyday. 1995, the year that she was born, was also the beginning of what we called our Born Free Generation. She was born a year after our first democratically elected black President was sworn in – the famous,nobel prize winning giant most of you will know as President Nelson Mandela. Being born free meant that she has many freedoms which I didn’t enjoy while growing up. Liberties which we now take for granted like frequenting the same beaches, movies,living and marrying across colour lines and most importantly having a vote.
So this tribute is an expression of my gratitude not only for my special Valentine gift but also to my baby being born free. Of course we are never totally free but I’m proud that she has not had to carry the baggage of our past but rather, contribute positively to the future. Since music is the food of life in our household, I will let the music speak. Her favourite song as a child was Bill Wither’s Lovely Day:
Of course she has a mind of her own and these are now her favourite songs:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!
Clearly, her choice of music is different from mine, but we have this one in common:
A collaboration between our very own DJ Black Coffee and Alicia Keys
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. Nelson `Mandela
Drawn by the big city lights
She traded her pumps for high heels
On weekdays she worked in a milliner’s factory
Over weekends she treaded the steps of a queen
Though named after an ordinary flower
Her extraordinary dreams gave her power
While life has not been a bed of roses
She walks in paths of their heady perfume
Though age makes her grow ever smaller
Her optimism always grows even taller
My heart brims with eternal gratitude
For her contagiously positive attitude
For one who is so small in her stature
I see her image much larger than her life
She takes everything in her stride
And nurtures us with so much pride
With eighty years now completely behind her
She still remains fiercely strong and independent
Today God has blessed you with another day
You deserve so much more than I can say!
Happy Birthday to our dear Mother!
A room full of pearls
The wisdom of many years
A mountain of gifts
A snug cosy chair
With warm words cuddling the air
Comfort waiting there
My vision impaired
I stumbled and did not see
Love waiting for me
The sun streamed in
Lighting up a splendid display
Another step further
Into a dark sacred room
You welcomed me in
Then my tears flowed
When you opened your arms
And consoled me
Then I heard your voice:
Always go within
To figure it out
I am always here
Whenever you are in need
Just remember this–
I send you little miracles everyday!
Happy Mother’s day to all the mothers out there and all women who nurture love of others in one form or another!
This is a tribute to my own mother who passed on five years ago.
You walked me through the morals of life,
In the eyes of storms, we were drenched in rain.
I understood too late, the depth of your pain,
How you wanted me– to surmount your strife.
It’s taken a lifetime to know who you were,
To realise I needed – a mother such as you.
In your weaknesses,you made me strong!
In your solid strength, you made me whole.
In your struggles, you taught me courage.
In your simplicity,you taught me humility.
In your pride, I was the tears of your joy.
In your silence, I learnt how to be heard.
In words left unsaid, I learnt how to listen.
In your wait for tomorrow, I seized the day!
On this special day – for all our mothers
I hope you are smiling, fondly down on me,
As I finally see in you – a woman of substance.
Hoping that one day – this will be said of me too.
When I leaf through
the pages of my seasons,
I revel in Autumn’s shades,
the ambers and blush,
the yellow and gold
of bliss-filled abundance.
The fragrance of life,
undertones of florals and spice,
intoxicate me into a daze
of bewildering vistas,
of places I have been
and people I have seen.
This moment I have paused
to take stock of it all
and remind myself to
be grateful. Not for
stocks and bonds : for
those I have none –
It’s in the talents I’ve been given
to turn brown leaves to gold
and stack wood for the cold,
that abundance has found me.
Hard days and nights I’ve travelled
from where I once began.
Now as cold winds blow,
fire crackles in merriment,
cheered by warm hearts
upon whose rungs I have stood.
I see the greatest gift of all
in those surrounding me.
Autumn leaves roll out new seasons.
stripped in tatters
of gruelling torment.
I found your foetal form
and I wept.
Oh Lord, how I wept!
and for me,
feeling your pain,
connected to my own,
felt deep within.
of such magnitude
and I a mere morsel.
Still, you smiled…
Then I knew
that I was the fragile one-
It is a place that I had never been
It is a beauty that I had never seen
It is a value that I had never measured
It is a love that I had never treasured
It was the lesson learnt from my teacher
It was to see the full depth of each feature
It was to go back and search from within
It was to start with loving my own skin
It will be with sadness that I must move on
It will be discerning between right and wrong
It will be time to check against my new reflection
It will be time to stop looking for perfection
It is a time for being strong in my transitions
It is a year to make new binding decisions
It is an awakening from a dream to the real
It is a determining of exactly how I feel
Though the teaching methods were unusual
The student is filled with a sense of renewal
But sometimes the roles were reversed
When the teacher became the student first
The work of a teacher is never done
When one plus one equals one.
In a night of celebration
I accept this award gratefully,
a testament to years
of hard toil,
but many lives touched
a movement begun
that I hope will linger on.
In accepting this award
I think of all those
who’ve lent a full hand
and even those just
All with an act
or a kind word
have raised me up.
In days to come, I’ll
change hats but let
the legacy remain in
those whose lives
I have touched.
Pass the baton on.
But most of all
I recognize the divine force
who raised me up
when I had fallen
and like Moses,
I doubted, but I too
saw the burning bush
and my staff was always
at my side,
a reminder of
Life’s great purpose meant to serve.