Saph Performs a Reading – I Can Remember (Happy Mother’s Day)

The original poem was written over a year ago: http://saphrym.com/writing/poetry/i-can-remember/

Spend time with your mother. It doesn’t have to be your biological mother. Just spend time with the person you feel is your true mother. It could be an aunt, a foster parent, etc. Take some time to spend with them this weekend.

My mother passed away on my wedding anniversary the year my daughter was born. I can’t spend time with her now. So this weekend I will be spending time with my daughter’s mother.

I’ll see you Monday.

I remember…

I remember that day when we found out we were pregnant. My wife’s face began shining with light from her heart. Our thoughts instantly went to diapers, cribs, blankets, etc. But after the consumer in us finally gave in to the parents in us, we began thinking again of the child. A girl or a boy? Did it matter? No. It didn’t. We were going to have a child. A wonderful, beautiful gift. We had been married and trying for about 3 or 4 years. This news made those years worth the wait.

Then she was born. Continue reading “I remember…”

Accept Me As I Am

I’ve been “looking for love” since I was 8-years-old. Don’t believe me? When my mom passed away I found the following poem I wrote when I was 8-years-old still in her wallet: Love is…

See? Told you. So throughout my searching, I always tried to conform to what the girl I liked wanted me to be. “Lose a couple of pounds and I’ll be your girlfriend.” That was an odd one now that I think about it. But throughout my relationships I always put the woman on a pedestal and believed that I had to do and bee exactly what they wanted or else I wasn’t good enough for them. Guess what Continue reading “Accept Me As I Am”

Always.

People ask how I met my wife. I’m not going to tell you how we met. That story has prerequisites such as it has to be told in person and with both my wife and I there to tell each side of the story. What I am going to tell you is the story of a Christmas only a few years ago:

There is a fairy print done by Amy Brown called “Always.” My wife loves fairies. She collects them. Well, about 3 or 4 Christmases ago, I decided I had to find something special for her. I’m not the kind of husband who hands my wife jewelry every year just to appease her. Each gift has to Continue reading “Always.”