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If
by Suzy Ham
If you’d just practiced more You would have been better If you’d just played better He would have noticed you If you’d have simply lost ten pounds He might have acknowledged you If you’d have known there were requirements to his love that made sense, You might have: Loved yourself more… Never questioned your worth… You might not have adhered yourself to the pain … Read More If
Lotta Sorta Kinda
by Suzy Ham
Lot of tiredLot of 2nd grade crying followed byLot of lecturing on when crying is and is not effective and acknowledgedWith examples…Lot of great homeworkLot of togethernessLot of flag football lovin’Little of mom actually playing footballLot of praise on my skills (throwing not catching, just to be clear he says)Lot of screams from the pig upstairsLot of ignoring of the pig by its ownerLittle … Read More Lotta Sorta Kinda
Outside In
by Suzy Ham
You, my child. You are before me with eyes wide open and I search myself for what it means to raise you. Love over contempt, action over apathy, acceptance over fear. We teach by example, you and I; learning through each day we are allowed another opportunity. I and you – anger and retract, push and apologize, cry and try harder. I see me in you … Read More Outside In
we
by Suzy Ham
it is me. most definitely, me. who is confusing, even to, myself. still, you have desire. of. none. for me… not the me, of now, for she – in all of her she-ness… is a trigger. that. ignites within… you (she hates that). we have taken the worst, of us… to display in all ways, to us… you, and me, we. never. planned. this. … Read More we
ilymm
by Suzy Ham
I saw your beautiful being tonight through tears. Tears that I had two years ago. Tears that were easier to define tonight, though. They were tears of joy and amazement at you…a young woman now; no longer a child…and they streamed from my eyes the moment I set eyes on your eyes. You see, you were my child for the better part of a … Read More ilymm
mentor me tomorrow or always
by Suzy Ham
I have been remiss in my writing. I have no excuse other than one that is fabulous: I have too many passions. I am and have been trying my gosh-darndest to devote equal love to each on a daily basis but I am, as I have always been, a work in progress. I could spend each moment of my existence happily floating amongst the … Read More mentor me tomorrow or always
muse
by Suzy Ham
Rays of sunshine through fronds of palm. I cannot give due diligence to the prattling thoughts – the ones that aren’t even truly known to me until they make their way onto the pages I write to find me. You taught me the gift of the written word back when we were all sleeping on waterbeds and rollerskating under disco balls and we didn’t know that … Read More muse
letter to my children
by Suzy Ham
I just saw my life flash before me. It is through the imagining of my last days that I try and decipher what I most want to share with you. You can’t leave it all behind with no warning; you can’t even begin to try. I find myself wanting to impart life lessons as equally as I want to simply savor these last moments … Read More letter to my children
