Wednesday, April 30, 2014

New Mother


  
Oh new mother, young professional,
long hours, days, and years of studies rewarded.
Oh young, hardworking executive
who generously contributes to the household budget;
new mortgage, new car, college loans, hospital bills,
daycare, credit cards, and more.

Oh dear mother, newly minted young mother,
filled with love and remorse,
shrouded in sadness, imbued with anger
when each morning you scoop up your child,
oh precious bundle, and deliver her to strangers’ care.

Oh vibrant mother, professional woman, so well prepared,
yet so unprepared as absent mother.
Every morning the floodgates of guilt open and
you drown in self-reproach and doubt,
only to have that burden lifted  every evening
when your smiling little one is in your arms again.

Oh young mother, ambitious executive,
learning how to balance life,
trying hard to rid yourself of feelings of
misdoing and selfishness;
a difficult task when in the presence of
innocent tears.

Dear devoted mother, don’t let remorse assail you,
be kind to yourself,
your child will thrive,
your love will suffice,
your love will transcend.





                                                                                    ©  Mildred Santiago

Friday, April 25, 2014

Sunset Promises



I’ve experienced pain,
I’ve experienced suffering,
yet even in those dark moments,
I’ve experienced love,
a love that has allowed me to
endure pain & sadness,
to live moments
of laughter & joy.

Yes, we all have had our share of
pain & suffering,
yet in the midst of it all,
we need to step back,
and view the entire scene,
like when we admire a painting
by Van Gogh or Monet.
Breathtaking landscapes of sunsets,
in yellow, red, and orange,
reminiscent of endings, of
letting go of our sadness, or
letting go of that we love.
Now, upon a closer look,
even those paintings somehow
reflect a soft, diffused light, somewhere
in the background, that
promises a new day,
perhaps brighter, happier;
a new beginning.
And so it is that
no matter the dark foreboding clouds,
the red, menacing skies,
the descending orange sun,
there is always a light that prevails,
a light sustained by love,
unfeigned & unconditional.


                                                                                                ©  Mildred Santiago

Friday, April 18, 2014

"Where, oh Death, is your Victory?" *


                                    Be it known that

                                    only love owes no dues to death.

                                    Be it known that

                                    those who share selfless love,

                                    those who are brave in the midst of adversities,

                                    those who are kind, even in the face of callousness,

                                    those who are loyal to themselves and to others,

                                    have created a bedrock that defies death and oblivion.

                                    Death is not their enemy,

                                    Death does not distress them,

                                    nor does it cause fear or trepidation in their hearts.

                                    Be it known that

those who love and are loved

                                    never die.

                                    “Where, oh death, is your sting?” *

                                                                                                           

                                                           
            *1 Corinthians 15:55                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                © Mildred Santiago

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I Am My Father's Daughter

                                               
                                                My husband tells me that
                                                once in a while, and
                                                even though I perceive
                                                an undertone of reproach,
I thank him.
So many times
that thought
                                                has come to mind,
                                                tinged with nostalgia.
                                                There are things I do,
                                                actions I take
                                                that speak my father’s name.
                                                My love of books, pens &
                                                beautiful writing,
                                                evoke his presence.
                                                My dogged pursuit of issues
                                                that threaten deep-rooted principles,
                                                I learned from him.
                                                I am my father’s daughter,
                                                a thought that makes me glad,
                                                even though at times
it causes me to be sad,
                                                for I know that there will never be
                                                a son or daughter who
will smile and say,
                                                I am my mother’s child.


                                                                                                © Mildred Santiago

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Lake Sentinel Article

Dear Readers,
 
Following is an article that appeared in today's Lake Sentinel section of the Orlando Sentinel. Lori Carter summarizes some of my life events and presents my book, Dreams and Realities: A Memoir of Love, Loss and Resilience.  I tried many different ways to copy the article to this blog and was not having success.
My sister, who is more technologically literate than I am, came to the rescue. She took pictures of the article I sent her as a pdf with her Mac laptop and voila here it is! Abi loves her Mac and believes it is better than my PC.  I am thinking about switching, but not too soon. In the meantime, enjoy the article. 
 You may have to increase the font size to enable reading. Rest assured it has nothing to do with age.



Enlightenment



Lightning struck!
                                    Unbound
                                    by high voltage,
                                    I’m learning to love myself,
                                    finding my voice
                                    in an energized,
                                    mood lifting
                                    euphoria
                                    never before experienced.
                                    Inferiority complex,
                                    mind clutter & unwarranted fears
                                    lobotomized,
                                    (lightning has been known
to do that),
                                    now I know,
I finally know,
                                    it’s so clear.
                                    There are no right answers,
                                    just life, my life,
                                    evolving,
                                    transcending.
                       

                                                                        © Mildred Santiago