Reflections: A Collection of Poetry Written by Donna Mainor

By Donna Mainor

In February 2007, I suffered a Stroke, which partially paralyzed the left side of my body. I lost the use of my left hand, which was my dominant hand. I never lost my love for writing poetry. Writing this book has been a healing process for me. My healing and recuperation from this debilitating illness has been very lengthy and tedious. During that time, I did a great deal of reflecting on past experiences as well as on current events and social issues. Expressing myself through poetry has always been a catharsis. Writing poetry allows me to gain and keep perspective. It is fulfilling for me to be able to share my thoughts and feelings with others through this art.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 2, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452085975

Donna Mainor

In February 2007, I suffered a Stroke, which partially paralyzed the left side of my body. I lost the use of my left hand, which was my dominant hand. I never lost my love for writing poetry. Writing this book has been a healing process for me. My healing and recuperation from this debilitating illness has been very lengthy and tedious. During that time, I did a great deal of reflecting on past experiences as well as on current events and social issues. Expressing myself through poetry has always been a catharsis. Writing poetry allows me to gain and keep perspective. It is fulfilling for me to be able to share my thoughts and feelings with others through this art.

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CONTENTS

Stroke

A Song for Brownie

Angel On earth

All Blood Runs Red

What Price Fame?

Unfinished

Feline Hearts

Why Did You Go Away?

Blessings

Elusive

Fort Hood

Hanging Onto Faith

Hope

Renewed Hope On New Year’s Eve

Happiness In A Pill

Haitian Hell

In Of My Mind Out Of My Mind

Ode To My Church Pastor

My Father’s Arms

Throwing In The Towel

Spread The Word

The Eyes Of A New Life

The Useless Uterus

Tired

Slow Death

Time Is At Hand

Willing And Disabled

The Medicine Go Round

Through The Darkness

Fragile Flesh

Stolen Innocence

The Perfect Life

Messages Of Death

Bully

Above the Storm Clouds

The Right To Love Whom

Demons

Throwing Yourself Away

This Long, Endless Road

Cut Short

Union Of Hearts

The Least Of My Brothers

The Has-been That Never Was

Like Water Off A Duck’s Back

Right As Rain

Friendship Is Like A Blue Sky

The Man Who Died Alone

Those Hot Summer Days

Sheltered

Mother’s Day

Child’s Play

Pieces

On The Brink

Emotional Lockdown

November 26, 1964

Polar Bear

The Ties That Bind

Healing Prayers

The Surgical Deep Sleep

Grace

Home

Sunrise

Hate Crime

As The Years Went By

The Towers

Faith Can Carry You Far

Plastic People

City Streets

Country Roads

The Mother’s Breast

Imagine The Unimaginable

Jumbo Bird

Face To Face

Tested

Dear Nancy

Missing My Dad On father’s Day

Coffin Conversation

Angels All Around Us

Bird Fight

Where’s My Rainbow?

The Dead Hand

Not Enough Salutes

Unmarked Grave

Signs Of Life In A Restaurant

Orange Tabby Cat

The Mind Of A Poet

Beautiful Woman In A Minidress

Of Some Insignificance

Light Up The Sky

Almost An Adventure

To Touch Heaven

Ceiling Fan

High-heeled Shoes

Ringing Phone In The Dead Of Night

Look Beyond The Disability

Animal Shelter

Before Cable TV

Champagne And Scented Candles

Denim Skirt

Quaint Little Street

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY PARENTS HENRY AND LORETTA MAINOR

STROKE

Shooting pain all through my head like a bullet’s ricochet. I can still feel tears stinging in my eyes as medics carry me away. My beloved dog barked and howled in the night. I reached for him with all of my might. I was not healthy and could not stay. Friends and neighbors looked on .they were shocked and scared and promised to keep watch of my home;

Although there were good people everywhere, I still felt scared and alone. My left side felt numb and heavy as I struggled, but could not move, I was not a heavy drinker and never smoked a cigarette. I was asked all these crazy questions. I barely live with no regret.

For months I put my body through rigorous exercise, fighting to get back the life I lost in the blink of an eye, my movements are slow and awkward some limbs hardly