Motherhood

Motherhood is a job that offers no pay

We as mothers are lucky to even get an off day

It’s a job that just keeps on taking

Being strong women we keep on giving

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Blessed with this task we must hold fast

As we keep delivering down to our last

God must think highly of us

To demand so much of us

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We’ve been entrusted with great responsibility

So there’s no deniability

Our roles in our children’s lives are significant

If done well, they can be magnificent

Society and the world at large are counting on us

So let’s make no mistake, the future is at stake.

 

By: Cherylene Nicholas

 

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Stop and Think!

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Stop and think!

Before you have another drink

Always pushing your life and others to brink

You don’t seem care and that’s so unfair

As your loved ones go to sleep in fear

Not sure, if in the morning, you’ll still be there

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Stop and think!

Before you open your mouth to scream and shout

In an effort to let the pressure from your anger out

Take a deep breath and try not to fret

If you lose your cool

You might end up looking like the fool

Instead, you might find

It’s better to act with a sound mind

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Stop and think!

Before you do the things you do

You might end up hurting the people you love

Or the people who trust and look up to you

Think before you act, it is a known fact

To love and be loved

There’s nothing better than that

So be sure to always stop and think before you act.

By: Cherylene Nicholas

 

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Find and develop your own talents

Once upon a time there lived two sisters Sarah and Samantha both in their early twenties who lived in the country side.  Sarah was a very quiet person and did not have many friends but she was happy. She found joy in her paintings and writing poetry. She loved her sister and often wished she could be more like her fun and outgoing with lots of friends.

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Samantha was the total opposite.  She always liked being the centre of attention and was very popular.  She was secretly angry and jealous of Sarah because she did not have her talents.  She would always be negative with Sarah in hopes of discouraging her.

Their mother always told them growing up to love and support each other but Samantha always feared that if she did that Sarah would just get better and better at her talents and would eventually go off to the big city and leave her there all alone.

Sarah felt most creative near the water – the river was her favourite place to paint and write her poetry.  Today was no different as Sarah set off to her favourite place.  The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing and the air was fresh and clean.  Sarah found her spot under the huge cherry blossom tree and began painting taking periodic deep breaths trying to take in the beauty of the place and centre her mind as inspiration was everywhere.

She was half way into her painting when she heard a car pull up and stop on the road behind her.  When she looked up she noticed a tall, handsome young man waving to her as he approached her.  She had never seen him before and was a bit concerned.  As he got closer she could hear his deep, strong voice, “Hello Miss, can you please tell me where Sarah Joline lives?”

“Sarah Joline, why do you want to know?” asked Sarah even more concerned that he was looking for her.  “It’s a private matter, do you know where I can find her it is urgent? My name is Adam, by the way.”  Sarah smiled and replied, “I am Sarah Joline, what is this about?”

Adam was happy that he had found her so easily and was pleasantly surprised at how beautiful she was.  He reached into his coat and handed her a white letter sized envelope.  “What is this about ?” Sarah asked again holding the envelope in her hand convinced that Adam had the wrong person. He then said, “You’ll see. It was a pleasure meeting Miss Joline I look forward to seeing you again soon.” He then turned and walked back to his car and drove off with a smile on his face.

Sarah was scared, nervous and excited all at the same time.  She was too scared to open the envelope herself and quickly packed up and headed home.  When she got home the first person she saw was her mother.  Her mother took one look at her and knew something was troubling her.  “What’s wrong Sarah?” asked her mother same time Samantha walked in from spending time with her friends.

“I met this really handsome guy down by the river and he gave me an envelope because he was looking for me.  Can you believe it?” said Sarah.

“Yeah right, it’s just her crazy imagination again?” said Samantha. “Be quiet Samantha. Let me see the envelope Sarah,” said mother.  Sarah handed her the envelope and sat on the step anxiously waiting for her to read it.  Samantha walked off toward the kitchen pretending not to be interested but stood behind the door listening attentively as her mother read out the letter.

” Dear Miss Sarah Joline,

You’ve been selected to take part in the National Art Scholarship Programme based on your submission and recommendation from your teacher Mrs. Jane Oliver.

Should you choose to accept please be advised that this is a two-year programme and you would be required to move to New York city.  We will be providing room and board for you.  You would be given an internship opportunity that would allow you to earn a stipend while here.

Please note that we must receive your decision within the week.

We look forward to meeting you and working with you.

Kind Regards,

Mr. John Hamshire
Director”

Sarah was speechless.  She knew that her teacher was very fond of her work and always encouraged her to explore and develop her talents further but she did not believe her work was good enough.  This letter however, was proof that her work was more than good enough.

Her mother cried tears of joy and began hugging and kissing her on her cheeks so much that her face was now red and numb. Her mother looked at her with so much pride and told her that she always knew she would be great in whatever she did.  “We have to prepare there is so much to be done before you leave,”  said her mother.

“You’re going to let me go?” asked Sarah. Her mother looked at her confused and asked, “Don’t you want to go?  This is an opportunity for you to do what you love.”  Sarah sighed and responded, “What about you and Samantha? Samantha is the only sister I have.  I would be alone in New York.  I know our relationship is not ideal lately but I love and forgive her. I know deep down she loves me too.”

Samantha heard everything. At first when she heard the acceptance letter she was furious that Sarah was leaving and that her talents were not just good but excellent.  She also heard what Sarah said and for the first time in a long time she felt sad and ashamed at how she had treated her sister who despite everything she had done loved her still and was genuinely concerned about her.

She saw her reflection in the stainless steel cookie jar on the counter and realised that she did not recognise who she had become because she had allowed jealousy and envy to consume her.  She wept uncontrollably as she sank to her knees in the kitchen.

Both her mother and sister heard this and ran in to see what was wrong. They hugged her and she looked Sarah in the eyes and apologised for being mean and jealous of her and asked for her forgiveness.  Sarah forgave her and told her that she loved her.  Samantha knew it was true and confessed that she loved her also.

She also went on to tell her the truth about how wonderful her paintings and poetry were and that she should go to New York.  “Sarah you are a great sister and talented artist and I am proud to call you my sister.”

This brought tears to both Sarah and her mother’s eyes. After that day, Samantha and Sarah grew closer and became the best of friends always supporting and encouraging each other to be their best.

Samantha eventually found her own talent.  All this time she thought she was not good at anything – turns out she was a great musician and eventually went on to do great things.  She realised that she was wasting time being angry and jealous of her sister’s talents when she had her own talent that she was not developing because she was too busy being envious and almost lost her opportunity to find happiness within herself.

Sarah learnt that she needed to believe in herself and her abilities more.  She was also grateful that she did not give up on her sister because now they have a beautiful relationship.  Sarah was happy with who she was and who she was becoming and allowed herself to explore other opportunities for happiness outside herself and her work as she and Adam eventually became very close.

In the end, both sisters agreed that sometimes you need to create your own happiness. Don’t waste time comparing yourself to others, focus on developing your own talents because it is there you will find true happiness.

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The Power of Love

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Let’s talk about ‘love’.  The kind of love that actually grows with the couple over time and not diminishes. The kind of love that keeps people together especially during the tough times; through uncertainty and despite  imperfections.   The kind of love that transcends distance and time.

The kind of love that keeps you so focused on your loved one and the happiness you want for each other that you don’t allow distractions like other people to steal your joy.  The kind of love that can forgive, regroup and truly move forward together by mutual choice as ‘one’ learning from mistakes to build a better, brighter and stronger future together.

This type of love is a powerful thing and it should never be taken for granted.  I recognise that we can’t help who we fall in love with but sometimes we meet people who do not reciprocate that kind of love and they tend to take advantage of our love for them.   They may abuse it and their actions can sometimes drain us in every sense of the word and can sometimes leave us feeling angry, resentful, depressed and unhappy with them, the world and ourselves.

So, what do we do?  Choose not to love another human being for as long as we live? Be overly cautious and keep everyone at arm’s length never allowing them to get too close to us?  I respect these self-preservation tactics but I also know that “when it’s your time, it’s your time” there’s no escaping love.

I have learnt that love can and will find you no matter how good you think you’re hiding.  No matter the obstacles and walls you put up to protect your heart from the influence of another.  Love is unpredictable and it will find you when you least expect it hence you’re never ready when it comes.  It can knock you off your feet. It can be intoxicating and overwhelming – feeling good and scary all at the same time.  It is known to consume your thoughts and effect your behaviour in ways you could not imagine.

When and if you find that special someone who melts your heart and you melt theirs – treasure each other, the moments and the memories you share.  Love although unpredictable is also beautiful and special because it is not something you experience everyday so cherish it.

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Time to Heal

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I see no heart within your chest

Only pain and the hurt now fill your vest

Your eyes are dark because you cannot rest

Your heart is broken so you are not your best

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So angry with the world you slowly lose your soul

So much heart-break and pain

You feel nothing but shame

As you accept all the blame

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Maybe you loved them too much

Maybe your love was not enough

What is clear is that they are no longer here

It gets better with time I swear

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One day you’ll see the reason

Why they could not last the season

Don’t let real love pass you by

Because you’re too busy asking why

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Time for you to heal so you can truly feel

As you peel away the hurt and pain

So light and love could breathe again.

By: Cherylene Nicholas

 

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Who’s directing your steps?

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It’s a constant struggle at times to keep my bearings
He tries to control me because he gave me this ring
and these diamond earrings
I can hardly remember what I was like before we met

Some say full of life before I became his wife
I look in the mirror and all I see is my silhouette
How much did I allow myself to forget?

Always flexing and changing, never doing my own thing
In an effort to please him, I hide how much I’m hurting
Maybe it’s me, always trying to be ‘me’
I never thought our ‘unity’ meant losing my identity
His fight for control is unhealthy I’m told

He is my husband should I not do what I’m told
He says,” I am the potter and you are the clay
I am going to mold you and you’ll thank me one day.”

I hide to talk to my friends and family
For if he knew, he would be most unhappy
I feel so alone in this prison I call home
So I pray and I pray that God will show me the way
The blind leading the blind no more, no way.

God wants me to be happy and he wants me to know his love
This abuse will not continue!” declared my Lord above
My home-made prison is now a home filled with love
My controlling husband is now a peaceful dove

Thank you Heavenly Father
For answering my prayer from up above.

By: Cherylene Nicholas

This is not my reality.  However, there are women out there in situations similar and some even worse.  I was inspired to write this for them.  Abusive relationships of any type are unacceptable.   Pray and talk to God about your challenges and ask for guidance.

 

Love does not live there anymore

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Do you remember when we were friends?

Thought we would be together until the end

You and me together and free

That’s how I thought we would always be

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With each experience we grew stronger

Falling in love more and more with each other

I had eyes only for YOU, so I thought my love was true

Always thought that was how love was supposed to be

Me loving you and you loving me

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As time went by we moved out of range

Moving in different directions, we were destined to change

Arguments became the new routine

Now cold as ice, you grew mean

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The waves were beating against our ship

I tried to save us but that was it

Enough is enough, it was time for me to get tough

It was time to jump ship and go ashore

Because love does not live there anymore.

By: Cherylene Nicholas