Poetry

21 Years in the Making

My baby girl turns 21 today.  It’s quite a story, let me tell ya.

I don’t know what she weighed, or if labor was delayed …
if she was bottle or breast fed … or the first word she said …

I didn’t teach her to walk or how to use the pot …
but man once I got her … she sure taught ME a lot!

She arrived at age four, we adopted her at age six,
an energetic ball of fire – such a perfect mix.

A blessing straight from God, was dropped into my life …
and suddenly I was ‘mom’ – not just a working wife.

My one and only daughter, never grew in my tummy …
but life with this girl is artistic and oh so yummy.

I’m so glad she was born, and ended up with me ..
I didn’t even know her – – on that day she made history.

I was living in Texas ~~ and teaching a computer class,
with no inclination- of what would some day come to pass.

Yet that day she was born – was the same hospital as I …
oh how I would have loved — to hear her newborn cry.

We share a genetic mutation – yet share no DNA …
and she is etched in my heart, forever and a day.

She’s generous and sweet and feisty and kind …
stubborn, determined – a rare treasure to find.

She’s brilliant, articulate and smarter than you think …
but don’t try to catch her – you’ll miss her if you blink.

She’s fierce and she’s loyal and hilarious indeed.
And she’ll drop what she’s doing to help a friend in need.

She’s impulsive and crazy, but in a good way of course …
she can catch a fish and she can even ride a horse.

She can be a girly girl — OR get messy in the dirt …
she’s outgoing and friendly — and an eternal flirt.

She was surely born– with beauty and brains!
And she plays many instruments, with music in her veins.

She’s ‘kinda’ grown up – 21 years old today.
My daughter, my friend .. happy happy birthday !

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Are You Dying?

Sometimes my kids act like they’re dying, when really they are just uncomfortable.  Adults do this too.  Truth be told, every day we live – we are technically dying – because we are one day closer to death.  Morbid thought I realize.  So while, yes, we are all technically dying … the better question is:  Are You Living ?

I found this poem and I like it a lot.  Would love your thoughts on the writing and how it relates to you and your present state of living.

You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice… By Pablo Neruda

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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I Am Woman

I Am Woman
By: Debra Sue Higginbotham (Yes, that’s me)

 

I am woman, hear me roar.

Watch me stumble. See me soar.

Feel my presence. Sense the heat.

Applaud my path, or take a seat.

 

I am not subtle. I am not shy.

I make no apology, if you ask why.

I may not be, their cup of tea;

And that’s okay – – I can only be me.

 

Marching to a beat, of a self-made drum.

I may dance or jump or sing, or just hum.

I drive the dirt roads, with wind in my hair,

Inhaling the presence – of life debonair.

 

I am female! All heart, body and soul.

I seek new heights; as I set a new goal.

I look for light – where others see dark.

I shift into drive – as some put it into park.

 

I may turn it up – just as you’re turning it down.

I say Love is a verb.  Others will call it a noun.

Some folks believe in luck.  Me? Well I do not.

I believe in blessings.  And giving it all I’ve got.

 

Tell me that I can’t. I will tell you that I can.

Knowing with clarity, my dad is my biggest fan.

Mom is up in Heaven, with cheers that do ring loud.

Yet I can only pray, that I make them both so proud.

 

I am woman. You will hear me roar.

Even if it starts, as a whisper in my core.

I am female.  Every piece and every part.

If you hear my laughter. Then, you do see my heart.

 

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As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

 

 

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For the love …

Just thought I’d share a little bit of poetry with everyone – –

I find it simply beautiful.

ToesInThesand

“For the love of a tree,
she went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea,
she rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth,
she dug deeper.

For the love of community,
she mended fences.

For the love of the stars,
she let her light shine.

For the love of spirit,
she nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time,
she sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess,
she drew down the moon.

For the love of nature,
she made compost.

For the love of a good meal,
she gave thanks.

For the love of family,
she reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity,
she entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies,
she suspended judgment.

For the love of herself,
she acknowledged her worth.

And the world was richer for her.”
~Charlotte Tall Mountain

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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Which Song Would You Pick?

An oldie but a goodie to welcome in September …

Welcome September

Welcome to September

Which Song Would You Pick?
By: Debra Higginbotham
(yeah that’s me)

I’m sneakers and t-shirts, and boots now and then.
No use for high heels … probably invented by men.

I’m proactive, not reactive – I’m loud when I laugh.
I can’t manage laundry; but I have managed a staff.

I’m goofy, I’m silly … but don’t fall down on the job,
or I’ll grow grumpy horns, to make a grown man sob.

I’m happy and optimistic with my head held high…
but if you whine and complain, I’ll bid you goodbye.

Lazy drives me crazy. Moochers, just leave me be.
I’m a no-drama Mama … with no time for hypocrisy!

I’m honest. I’m blunt. Why beat around the bush?
And if you’re stuck in a rut, just call me for a push.

I’m witty. I’m friendly – and I read people well.
So if you are not authentic – I most surey can tell.

I’m not a Betty Crocker, or Martha Stewart wannabe,
but I was never one to master that Housewifery !

I’m not one for debates. Cat fights aren’t my thing.
I find those gossiping gazelles, just oh so exhausting.

I don’t really drink coffee, and I barely like wine.
Yet somehow, all these years, I do just fine.

I hate shopping malls.  I’d rather hike a hill.
But don’t ask me to race.  I doubt I ever will.

My socks rarely match.  My nails are often plain.
And I’ve been known ~ to dance in the rain.

I compliment strangers; and oh how I sing off key.
But not at the same time, I fear they may slap me.

I rarely talk politics – but I will always cast a vote.
And I will speak my mind – even IF it rocks the boat.

So now that you know – a few things that make me tick,
if we were going to dance … which song would you pick?

As Always, Make Champion Choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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