Who are you to tell me what's real?
To say I'm not worthy, that I cheat and steal.
I don't know who you think you are,
I know you've been hurt, but don't take it too far.
My dreams are thick with passion and pain,
There's no one to shame, no one to blame.
I see what I see because He lets me,
Opened my eyes and never regrets me.
Tell me a tale of a far away place;
One without boundaries, unacceptance and race.
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
I can dream one up, easily it pours;
Onto my pages, out of my heart.
For that is where I store my art.
The day holds such beauty, don't sell it short.
Love moves mountains, giant hills of the sort.
Take what is given and give what you took.
Don't forget to share, go ahead write a book.
Count the blessings bestowed upon you,
You can't find the time, it's bigger than you.
All that to say, don't be scared for me,
I know my dreams are reality.

In Loving Memory...

It's been sixteen years since my mother passed.
It's time to put it into words as last.
This time of year always brings some fear;
But still rejoicing in the blessings that are near.

For us independence day takes on a different matter;
Our mother fought bravely but in end it shattered.
Given the choice she would have endured just the same;
In her love there is hope and no room for shame.

I feel her closely watching my steps;
Loving me from a distance, not as far as one might expect.
Her spirit lives on in the pieces we share,
With others who don't know she is even there.

If ever I wish to see her face,
I walk to the mirror and take my place.

Before me I'll meet her in the reflection I see;

Encouraging me to be as brave as she.

I'll fight my fight and take what I can.
She taught me strength, stronger than any man.

My mommy is closer than any of us knew;
So there's no need to feel sad and blue. 

Tasha Dawn
June 13, 1957- July 2, 1995