Monthly Archives: August 2014

In My Dog’s Eyes

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In My Dog’s Eyes

 

In his eyes,
I’m perfect.
No judgment.
No faults.
Living in the moment,
Now matters.

In his eyes,
A best friend.
No words,
Just a pat.
Those dark brown eyes,
They listen.

In his eyes,
I’m forgiven.
For things,
Unknown to him.
He says he’s sorry,
With no reason.

In his eyes,
He celebrates,
My hardest achievements.
Never knowing,
What they are.
He cheers.

In his eyes,
An unspoken bond.
No explaining,
Or definition.
He knows,
Loyalty.

In his eyes,
Today is like yesterday.
And tomorrow,
Is like today.
Happiness,
Is always.

In his eyes,
He understands.
My guiding shadow,
Today,
And forever.

By Aimi Medina 8-30-14

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Feet on the Pavement

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Feet on the Pavement

 
Feet on the pavement,
Eyes staring straight.
Damp morning air,
I take you along,
No question,
I run.

Feet on the pavement,
Deep constant breath.
Wind close behind,
Safe in my shadow,
Push forward,
I run.

Feet on the pavement,
Road disappears.
Body takes flight,
Mind unlocked,
I listen,
I run.

Feet on the pavement,
Tears sweat away.
Heart bleeds,
No band aid,
Just truth,
I run.

Feet on the pavement,
Unsteady beat.
Catch myself falling,
Remember,
I’m strong,
I run.

Feet on the pavement,
A footprint in time.
No beginning or end,
Just you on my mind.
I take you along,
I run,
I run,
I run.

By Aimi Medina 5-8-14

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Aimi Medina is the author of “Being There.”

To purchase or preview “Being There” in paperback on Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1lLJewt

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If Only for a Moment

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If Only for a Moment

If only for a moment,
Whisk me back in time,
So painful,
So true,
Yet, it was Dad.
It was you.

If only for a moment,
I could rid you of the pain,
Splash color,
Many ways,
Paint over,
Stormy days.

If only for a moment,
You could speak those words once heard,
I’d listen,
I’d tell,
I’d scream,
I’d yell.

If only for a moment,
I could see you stand and tower,
Over mountains,
Over voices,
Over barriers,
Over choices.

If only for a moment,
I could take it all away,
So painful,
So true,
Yet, it was Dad.
It was you.

If only for a moment,
It doesn’t matter when,
Just to be with Dad,
My father,
Again.

By Aimi Medina 3-15-14

Is it Enough?

Is it Enough?

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Is it enough to have to wait for a family member,
To take you outside for some fresh air?

Is it enough to water and nurture a plant,
With the summer heat approaching?

Is it enough to try and mouth the words of a song,
That’s still somewhere deep within you?

Is it enough to see someone’s life through pictures,
When you can no longer be there?

How do you measure “enough?”
And when do you know when “enough” is still worth living for?

By Aimi Medina  6-2-13

Old Friend

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Old Friend

Deep in the closet,
Covered in dust,
Lie the shoes I once wore,
With confidence,
and trust.

Once white and new,
They sparked with shine,
Told stories each day,
In step,
And in rhyme.

The soles are all worn,
They know where I’ve been.
Our secret in time,
No judgement,
No sin.

The fun that we had,
Running through the park.
Resting on benches,
Home safely,
By dark.

If I try them on,
Will it be like before?
Seeing them wait,
Inside,
By the door.

Lying there lonely,
Which ones will I choose?
Like an old friend,
I remember,
My shoes.

By Aimi Medina 2-24-14

The Porcelain Doll

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The Porcelain Doll

I sit upon the shelf,
Delicate and small,
In my satin pink dress,
The porcelain doll.

Time stands still,
I wait and wonder,
The rain hits the window,
Do I hear thunder?

What if I get bumped?
What if I fall?
Who will catch me?
The porcelain doll.

My eyes glance down,
Is it time for tea?
Animals gather round,
What about me?

The door quickly opens,
My heart starts to beat,
I’m taken in her arms,
I’m placed in a seat.

I watch with excitement,
As my hands gently rest,
Upon a wooden table,
So beautifully set.

Laughter fills the air,
Stories are told.
This is the place,
Where secrets unfold.

In the blink of an eye,
I hear silence,
A chill.
A voice is heard calling,
We all become still.

Snatched up and cradled,
On my forehead,
A kiss.
Whispered words are spoken,
I’m told I’ll be missed.

Time stands still,
I wait and wonder,
The rain hits the window,
Do I hear thunder?

I sit upon the shelf,
Delicate and small,
In my satin pink dress,
The porcelain doll.

By Aimi Medina 2-22-14

How Do I Know

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How do I,
See you again?
Once so close,
I reach out my hand.
I draw back my arm,
Alone as I stand.

How do I,
Hear your sweet song?
Once crystal clear,
Swept away by wind,
A musical voice,
A lonely violin.

How do I,
Remember your smile?
Once heartfelt,
Sincere and true.
Clear in my dream,
No doubt it was you.

How do I,
Know you’re still there?
A shadow, a glimpse,
Reality I fear.
No one dries,
The salty tears.

How do I,
Know your okay?
Eternal peace,
For you I’ve found.
Your heart still beats,
Yet there’s no sound.

How do I,
Know what lies ahead?
A road untraveled,
Persevere and see.
An open hand waiting,
One day for me.

By Aimi Medina 4-15-14

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Aimi Medina is the author of “Being There.

To purchase or preview “Being There” in paperback on Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1lLJewt

Kindle edition: http://amzn.to/1sk594s