Just Words

The words that come from my soul,
The ones that inhabit my minds,
The ones that invade my being.
Those words that fight for they're right
to be put to paper so quickly I can hardly
keep up.

Happy ones, the words of joy & rememberance,
Sad ones, that sometimes make me cry,
Angry ones, that make my fist clinch tightly
and annoying one that I have no answers for.

All the little words of one or more syllables
that emerge from my pen as it touches the
paper before me.

Sometimes, they overwhelm my presence so
incredibly much that they astound me
to the deepness of myself.

Knowing that...
The words that come to play today will be
the very words that I'll leave for tomorrow.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca (Mickey) Leal

My Dad

I talked with you the other day and it made
me kind of sad, a final realization
that my time with you was running short.
I never thought of you as getting older.
You were just my Dad!

Time was never meant to catch up to you.
You'd been ill, and had missed my birthday
something you've never done before.
So when I called I was already worried.

You alarmed me with your talk of the past,
your my only Father and
I feared the great impact your leaving
would have on my life.

Remembering, that in a childs mind
your Dad would never leave and
time is never meant to catch up to our Dads.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca (Mickey) Leal

The Image

I was caught unaware today of an image
I saw in a mirror I was passing
So I stopped to look . . .
She was in her early forties with long strands
of silky silver feathered throughout her black curls
There were laugh lines that were sprinkled
on her womanly face
you could see them at her eyes and
the corners of her mouth
There was a earthiness about her,
she'd lost her girlishness year ago
with the family she called her own
I'd never say she was a beauty,
but she wasn't homely either
So it comes as a pleasant surprise
that this image of mine wasn't bad
So I took another peek,
thinking . . .
yeah that's her.

and then I saw the smile . . .

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca Mickey Leal

The Holes Inside Me

I looked around and saw nothing;
Thinking that all too often that was what I saw,
Finding that the emptiness had totally surrounded me

Without relief--without remorse.
Wondering why I had survived this many years without
Something to fill my life, and
make it whole instead of All these gaps.

Looking around to all too many holes of nothing,
Wondering what it would take to fill the holes.
Would it even be worth the effort it would take
To accomplish such a determining emptiness?

Thinking with my last thought why bother, as I
Continue to see nothing just before I venture into sleep . . .

And as my eyes close,
I think tomorrow will be the same.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca Leal

Just starting.

I have always wanted to do this, but wasn't sure I could. So this might take me awhile to get the hang of it and all. I would like to post my poetry here.

Aug 29, 2010 - tomorrow is my daughter Angie's birthday, and for some reason tonight I can't sleep, so I decided I would think about how special my Angie is and do a few update to my site here. there are so many poems that I have written, and I may never find everything I would like to post here. But I'm going to give it a shot...