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MY MOM TOLD ME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.

She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.

My mom told me:
time is not a line,
it is a circle,
and love never leaves,
it only changes its form.

She whispered:
you are not just a child of mine,
you are a child of the universe—
born from fire,
shaped by silence,
destined for infinity.

And when I asked her,
“what is the meaning of all this?”

A Tea Party

A racy Raccoon met a sly Squirrel,
said hello! though knew him not well
and invited him for tea and some nuts,
There’re no two opinions, ifs or buts.

But an Owl felt this was kind of funny
though the day was bright and sunny
to ask the Squirrel for tea and pancake
while he was up and wide-eyed awake.

Finally, all three had a grand breakfast
Lots of merriment shared together at last,
While Squirrel’s nutty tales were awash
Raccoon’s story was all about the trash.

Only the barn Owl was all witty and wise

A Mother's Love for Her Children Never Fades

Down in the depths keeping the shadows, Where silence also dwells, A soul that was once made whole, Now softly yells Lost in a storm of tears and agony, A love so vast, now shredded apart Fresh wounds now ache within the heart Still, in the dark Seeds may grow A whisper so faint, a gentle glow Hope's fraile voice, like a distant song Reminding me of where you belong Hold on to your dreams, though battered and bruised As time will heal..

My Lost But Never Forgotten Love for My Children

I wonder what your doing.. Or how your living life... I wonder if you have learned anything new today... And how did you sleep? Of ALL the questions that gets unanswered, the BIGGEST one is Why? Or why can't we be together? Why can't I watch you grow up... Or why can't I be the one to lead you through this life... All questions... that I'll just never know... But no matter what I promise we will be together, No matter how long it may seem, Just remember that I always carry you in my heart, And you are always my favorite dream during the night.

NOTHING MORE TO SAY

NOTHING MORE TO SAY

When the last words have been spoken
And exhaled breaths are finally emptied
No residual meaning to scratch or graze
Perhaps the well is dry, or grit run out
But there will be more, have no doubt
As one carefully selected sign off phrase
And no language any longer exempted
An outburst done and the seal is broken

Energies sapped, like an exhausted prey
Such that no call for surrender is stirred
And by pointed statement, is harpooned
Rhetoric was successfully called to action
No regrets, nor any need for a retraction

A Season To Remember

Summer slips from our fingers, ‎a child in motion, ‎unaware of endings— ‎ ‎like lovers lingering at the door, ‎dreaming the night ‎might last ‎one moment more. ‎ ‎To the sun-lovers, ‎it is the late-day gold that lies, ‎light stretched long ‎while shadows sharpen. ‎ ‎To the heat-haters, ‎it is sweat’s final siege, ‎a month too long, ‎a breath too hot, ‎and ninety-two days ‎of scorch. ‎ ‎We chased fireflies ‎into dusk-lit theaters, ‎hands buttery with popcorn, ‎hearts unwritten. ‎ ‎August is cruel, ‎stone fruit, warm and bruised, ‎a sky that refuses to soften. ‎ ‎But only summer sings. ‎There's
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