Название | I Am Alive. Climate Change and Other Natural Disasters. |
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Автор произведения | Галина Нельсон |
Жанр | Поэзия |
Серия | |
Издательство | Поэзия |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9785005352767 |
Галина Нельсон
© Галина Нельсон, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-5276-7
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
I Am Alive
Climate Change and Other Natural Disasters
Galina Nelson’s poetry 20012—2020
My Special Support Team:
Mr. Ryan L. Nelson (the Master)
Ms. L-Da Wild (the Musician, the Model and the Yoga Teacher),
Ms. Angelina Petrichenko (Angie),
Ms. Peyton Pratte,
& my sweetheart, my princess Ms. Anna Nelson (Annie).
Copyright ® Galina Nelson
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020924962
Published: Janesville, WI, USA 2021
Written: in travels, during years 2012—2021
Dedication
For Ryan, who always loves me,
who always is in my dreams,
For our daughters,
who never stopped believing,
For our friends,
who never gave up on us,
For us.
With you, my gray days are brighter;
My falls are softer;
My fails are insignificant;
My success is incredible.
You are my kingdom,
You are my grace
My love, My heart, My faith.
Foreword
I was writing since my early childhood because I was in love with words – with art of language – at that time (and, sometimes, now) it seemed to me magical.
However, I was not ambitious, – I had low self-esteem. I gave up on writing and almost gave up on myself when I was a teenager.
Now, all of a sudden – I am writing again. If one person not because of a duty or academic assignments suddenly starts to write poetry, we shall know, that person is in love. The person who wrote poetry included in the book is I, Galina Nelson and of course, I am in love, it is true.
I was also through a lot of pain and hurt and if someone says to you that there was enough drama on my plate to turn one into a hater, you shall know, it is also true. Fortunately, love is stronger and more powerful than hate and this is the reason I did not turn into a hater. I am in love, – with my country – USA, with my daughters – Anna and Angelina, with my man, their father – Ryan Nelson, with our family and friends, with our Creator.
As you understood, my life was not easy during past few years. I could not be with my children and husband as much as they and I needed, due to extremely unfortunate circumstances. Often, I spoke to my family through my writing, through the power of written word.
My poetry is coming from my heart. Love is healing, love is powerful – yes, and I hope my poems can reflect and share the power with you – and heal our world, word by word, little by little.
Climate Change And Other Natural Disasters
(reflections on the reality)
My Vow
In all the grief and sorrow of my days
Away from sunshine of my daughters’ smiles,
Away from breath of our everyday,
From our «Hellos», from our «Good Byes»,
From all the kisses we could have
From all the fun and joy that we could share,
There were the poems that I gave
To them, to tell that I do care,
So, they could read away from me, and know —
For them there is my love, my hope and my vow.
My Daughters
My daughters are made
Of sunshine kisses;
They are made of prayers and blessings;
And in all their shades,
When it seems no blissing, —
My daughters are made
Of all beautiful things!
My daughters are made
Of dances and music;
They are made
Of kinship and mercies;
And when melody fades,
When the weather is grew-sick,
My daughters are made
Of strengthening graces!
My daughters are made
Of blooming and rising;
They are made
Of lavishing showers;
And when oceans are arid
And a raindrop is amazing,
My daughters are made
Of all vigorous powers.
My daughters are made
Of blooming and rising;
They are made
Of lavishing showers;
And when oceans are arid
And a raindrop is amazing,
My daughters are made
Of all vigorous powers!
Mother’s Love
When in a popular salon
She grew her nails to half-inch long,
She smiled at her reflection
To contribute perfection,
And then went on, to conquer world
Without little doubt thought
And met a stranger at the street, —
Her clothes was all crap and freak
Her face was wrinkled from the weather
Her legs were swollen, bruised and weathered,
She fastened steps, – it could be danger!
The beggar could be a contanger!
Her car was not so far away,
She ran to benefit her way,
Unfortunately, stepped on stone
She stumbled, fell, her shoe was thrown
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