My name is Guadalupe Macias but you can call me Guady. I am 58 yrs fabulous and mother to a budding 29 year old actress. I am a physician with a passion for writing that was sparked when I was 9 yrs old and my 2nd grade teacher gave the assignment to write a poem. My blogs are about various topics but all connected with the thread of love. Love for the arts, self-love, love for life, love of nature, love of the flesh and love that’s goes beyond this realm. Why? Because of love.
It’s 3:38 am and from my slumber I awake. I could feel a cold sensation gently touching me to wake. Was it you? Are you close? Tell me deceased lover, what did you say? I couldn’t hear! Come near. Whisper once more! I’m not afraid!
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G.
Are we truly alone? Do our loved ones visit us from the yonder? Did you ever stop to listen? I want to know.
Be not afraid of the night. If you hear strange sounds do not take fright. That sound just means that I’m around.
I passed on when you were barely three. I tried to beat cancer desperately. My body left but my spirit did stay. I never wanted it to go away.
I am that silence in between everyone’s talk. I am that shadow by your side as you walk. I am that soft sound in your ear. If you listen closely you can hear.
I know life may not seem fair. I know it seems that no one cares. I never left you so don’t feel all alone. I am right here beside you and needed you to know.
I pray for the night when you’ll be able to see me but for now be not afraid. Remember I love you and I’m so proud of the life you have made.—————————————————————————————————————
Do you believe in the beyond? Is there such a thing as spirits dwelling among us? Guiding us? Is that sound just them trying to communicate with us? Are imaginary friends perhaps our passed on relatives keeping our children company? Things to ponder about.
Dear Parents
Who am I? I am a teenager and even if I don’t say much it doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say. Just because you see me detached from everything with my headphones on or my video control in hand it doesn’t mean I don’t crave to connect. I still need you to ask me how I am. Why don’t you ever ask?
Every time we fight you call me a rebel, a defiant person, a liar and a rude human being. You shout I shouldn’t have been born. You never stop to ask me why I am this way. Don’t you care about what happened to me! Even when I do tell you, you shrug your shoulders and call me silly, a baby and you say “Just grow up already!” Did you ever stop to think that what I told you was trivial to you but broke my heart. It crushed my soul and my confidence! You never listen and I’m with the headphones on!
You push me away when I need you to just hug me. I long to be comforted not only one day but everyday. When I say leave me alone, I mean please stay and tell me you still love me. Being a teenager is tough! My body is going through changes and come 18 will I go to college. Where? I want to do one thing but everyone says do the other. Do I live out your dream to make you happy or my own and risk losing you? I want to pull out my hair because you don’t get me and it seems you really don’t care. Do you wish I disappear?
Signed
A Teenager
Dear Parents
I’m too much! Too loud or too quiet! I’m lazy but don’t stay still. I am trying to get your attention. Why can’t you see that? I guess because I’m defiant and rude. You want me to stop and leave you alone so I’m leaving. Bye.
Signed
A Teenager
Dear parents
I found other things to do and I’m sorry if they are wrong. I used drugs to help me forget. I prostituted myself because I craved being loved. I don’t want that life for me anymore! Please come get me. I’m in prison. Come get me and hug me. Please! I need you to really love me. I crave for you to tell me that I’m still your great child even if I’m lazy, loud, too quiet, defiant and rude. Why? Because I am your teenager.
Signed
Your Teenager
Note to all parents: Love your teen and take an interest in what they are doing. Listen to their stories. Hug them. Don’t assume they don’t need you. Don’t give up on them! Countless youth are lost. Some are killed, others imprisoned and some sadly commit suicide. Don’t let that happen to your teenager too. Act now! Don’t wait.
Michael Saremba was a young 14 yr old I met while working in a teen center in Ithaca. He had aspirations but sadly he did not feel loved or wanted in his own home. At 3 am instead of sleeping in his own bed he was out with the wrong crowd and was killed. This blog was inspired by his memory. May he rest in peace.
I am a paper that is quite unique. I am the finest, the last one you’ll seek. I am a paper white as can be. Take out your pen and write on me. Your pen is magical with its ink so strong. Glide it carefully and don’t do it wrong. I promise to fold but be gentle though. Hold me lovingly or I might tear. Take your time and show me you care. Caress my page with words that are couth be the one that always writes the truth. Hold Me. Fold me. Behold me. Don’t let your written words fumble or you’ll be the one that will crumble. I am your paper white as can be so take out your pen and write on me.