AMAZIN GRACE - MICHAEL W SMITH

AMAZIN GRACE - MICHAEL W SMITH

Creative/Literary Nonfiction

I Am A Bad Mother

By Deborah Gang

I chose this literary nonfiction story to be meaningful because many mothers tend to worry of being bad mothers, like my mother. I relate this story to my own life experiences.  I know my mother always wants the best for my sisters and I. There has been occasions where my mother has broken down and cried, asking if she has been a good mother. Sometimes she has felt like she has not done enough. I understand her worries sometimes, or at least try,  and tell her that she has been both father and mother. She has been the best! I am thankful to God for giving me the biggest blessing, and could not ask for more. 

Magnificent Moon

What a beautiful night. The moon is to the fullest, shining so bright. Oh moon, you are so unique in your greatness. I admire and sigh, while looking up high. Knowing how far away you are is just unbelievable at times, like tonight. You shine upon everyone giving us your light and showing the way for the disoriented and the hopeless. Your light gives hope. 

As I contemplate You, I get lost with you in space. Your radiance is so tender making me dream with you by my side. I want to be part of your space. Make me another star that can shine in your sky. I get lost gazing upon you. I drift away and no one or anything makes me feel at peace like You. 

You help me  mediate, it is just you and me. You listen to me when I'm in doubt. You feel my pain when my tears roll down my moon-face. Oh moon, you never condemn me or point out my imperfections. You are just there...with me.

A Winter Walk

The snow slowly falls and sinks along the river bank. The site of this place is beautiful, peaceful, but vacant. Solitariness chills the bone, crystallizing the vital organ, making of it a complete glacier. Not even the sun with its mighty power and radiant rays of shine, could brighten a soul. The sun can not bare the emptiness of the land and blasphemies against the Almighty for having to see the sorrow the land suffers. The winds howl and the clouds cry out rain. The rain becomes ice crystals that pour with great mourn for there doomed landing.  The snow makes all that's different look the same. There is no hope and angel-like ghosts are trapped on iced branches of the dead trees. The creeping snow on the surface is like death approaching the body, giving no sign of existence.

The song I chose is "Someone Like You" by Adele, an English singer-songwriter. I like this song because she is contradicting on her feelings but at the end she seems to have resignation of her loss. I find this song to be poem-like because she rhymes. For example, on the first verse of the first stanza she ends with down, on the second line she ends with now. And almost for every stanza she rhymes.

"Someone Like You"

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, "
Yeah

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah

Poem for Anthology

The poem I chose is Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. I chose this poem because it is about love and about a guy who is devoted exclusively to his one and only Annabel Lee. The poet seems very deeply honest with his expressive stanzas that he helps create images that seem almost vivid-like, or at least in my opinion.