Diaries Through the Eyes of a Woman: Life as I Know It; a Poet

By Patrice Flagg

A Woman; Stories/Poetry pertaining to life experiences, life, love, friendships, life as I know it; This is in rhyme, words that ejected in such a way that express myself, my life as it was dealt. These stories are easily followed, mostly inspired by people and incidents in my life.

In three sections;

Section one; dedicated to my children, how very much they mean to me, answers to some of their many questions, some amusement, mostly my love of them.

Section two: to my husband, my love, my emotions, my passion, our fashions, and my promise.

Section three: to family and friends, the life as I know it; starting very early in life explained in the last story Kathleen; my sister & Timothy my brother both died at a very young age. Life with them wonderful, their death unbearable. Another tragedy of a good friend. A story of wonderful friends. A word to my Mom for all she means to me. A diverse section of highs and lows all explained, easy to follow.

Finally; Three short stories:

Regrets & Scars: A tells all tale of misery in a few relationships that caused me much pain and regret, why I settled for these situations? Maybe out of insecurity, mostly nave, mainly putting trust where it did not have a place, with those who took advantage. Hopefully my coming clean will protect my nieces and nephews and other teens to better deal with relationships that have no real beginning so therefore cannot possibly carry the power needed to enforce life long respect and happy endings.

A Word To My Unborn Child: Just in the case something should happen to me, life of my brother has been swept away without a whisper of goodbye. My new child it will be another son, I want to get the chance to tell him I love him, and let him know what I wish for him, and my other two sons, things that I will teach them myself but, just incase!

My Father: A very sick man with little time left, brings out the true feelings of anger, love, judgment that I held a lifetime. Now I realize hes human, made mistakes; his love and I must let him know how very much I love him and forgive him and cannot bear to loose him.

I believe this is a book that can be placed on anyones bookshelf, stories to be read to young children, poetry that can be enjoyed by women, and men too. Stories that can be lessons to teens, true stories that I went through with no happy ending until the real thing came along! Thankfully I was not tangled in the wrong web where as to have missed out. Diaries from this Womans heart, once broken over and over and mended finally with reality, sense, and love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 19, 2002
• ISBN: 9781469116136

Patrice Flagg

I write with peace and security in my life after a long road of insecurities, doubts & regret. With not too much time, two children, one on the way, I write what simply has to expel from me. My writing is related to many of my life situations that I share. Poetry/stories of life, love and reality. I hope to attract readers with true feelings, sincerity. I have found writing again after many years and hope to grow with it. With more time/serenity, I hope to ensue deeper subjects with intrigue and respect of a memorable poet!

Book preview

Section One 

This section I dedicate to my children, James Americus and Mark Anthony and I have one on the way, which I start out this book with called Birth, for my new child. They inspire me in so many ways, for my heart pounds with joy, seeps with sadness, (when things are not going their way), but always beats with so much love I must write, write, write about it!

They have a lot of questions, I try to answer them in a simple way and it works. I hope you enjoy this section, most were driven by an experience, and with an explanation and a little patience it is a much more pleasant one:

Birth: an easy poem enriched with delight of the fact of a new child my body is creating. I was scared at first, but, the joy overcame my fears, delight engulfed me, another beginning and another child, what a miracle!

Birth 

Amazing, titillating, flutters cascading,

A wonderful sensation, a baby creating;

One day so satisfied with the size of your family,

The next an incredible reality life again gives to me:

So confused at first, can I do it?

Am I able? Am I fit?

How can I doubt;

It always works out:

The innocence of a child the care they so require;

Never question your reason they take whatever you expire:

Never asked to be awake;

Was sleeping comfortably amidst a chromosome lake:

So confused, what is going on;

Finding features never knew could be grown:

Hearing voices, feeling loved, finding emotion;

Never knew anything but being pushed around by motion:

Cannot show fear, anger, must fight these hormones;

Don’t want to upset this baby has enough gone on:

I thank God for the snatching of this lone egg;

Making me anxious of the future ahead:

A precious child; a loving Mother;

We were given to one another:

Grow now my little one;

Don’t worry when you look and see a thumb:

Just put it in your mouth and relax;

I’ll rub my belly maybe your back:

Soon I will hold you, caress you, I already love you;

There is one traumatic thing I must put you through:

It’s called birth, please don’t worry and don’t be scared;

When it’s over I can tough you, your Dad and Brothers will be there:

Whether you are a boy or girl, perfect or not;

You will be someone that others cannot:

Born on a special day, joined to a special family;

Heavenly picked especially for me!

What My Kids Mean To Me 

They mean Pride;

Proud of the way they look, so clean, how they got so dirty,

Of the choices they made, of all they are worthy,

Just to be able to be there to guide:

They mean laughter;

I look at faces happy, sad, to what made it, makes me glad or mad,

I do the best I can, to make them happy again,

After laughter, my day is happy after:

They mean Song;

For all that could be written, of joy, of love, of commitment,

For my whole life and then on,

A never-ending song sung:

They mean Reflection;

Of me and him and all that win, our chance we got, gave up our spot,

Must support them to the max want nothing back,

Just have no objection:

They mean Reason;

For all that we do, good and bad we do for you,

We are by the way their idle, so what we say is vital,

Until that changes, they’re old enough, good enough to take chances,

And our reason had meaning:

They mean Heartache;

For every pain, every ache they bear,

I bear more, but got to be strong so they’re not scared,

Could die a thousand deaths for their sake:

They mean Happiness;

For Pride, Laughter, Song, Reflection, Reason, Heartache,

So happy in all that comes out, for all they partake,

And I was part of this!

What My Kids Mean To Me: I could go on all day about the many wonders of children, especially my own. They are individuals that we love so much, unconditionally. I remember thinking how can that person let their kid talk to them that way, now I know.

They are our offspring, you cannot control everything that comes out of their mouth, their feelings, their moods, although you think you have the right because you are their parent.

You can be so mad at what they do but you stand by them. You can’t blame them for being rude to someone who disrespects them but you correct them. You can’t change them! You can correct bad behavior with good examples, love and respect. They will be more than you could ever dream if you let them exist, be themselves. Just be there, is the true meaning of being a mother. It is what I learned loving my kids. It is great to see these independent children, loved, blossom. Because although they may not want to try what I place in front of them, they say no, I don’t want to but, please don’t be mad don’t go away, because I need you here. And I need to be there!

Born On The Fourth of July 

I was born on the 4th of July; my name is James Americus Flagg;

I am so proud of the red-white and blue in this picture that I wag:

Proud to be born in this great land of opportunity;

Although everyone already has plans for me:

Like my Mom with music, she wants me to be a Rock Star;

I like the drums, she wants me to play guitar:

My Dad with Pro Hockey and Pro Football;

He already has me suited for the Super Bowl:

I love both sports with all my heart;

But about all that rough stuff, to be a part?

Sitting there watching it with him would be fine:

But I know the opportunity is there for me on that front line:

My Me-Mom wants me to be the Pope, imagine running that big outfit;

My Grandfather says, Let him live on his wit:

My Grandmother says let him be whatever he wants to be;

She always cushions everything for me:

My Pop-Pop James Flagg, my namesake would go to the casino every day if he were able;

He’d be all so glad to say, that’s my grandson behind that Blackjack table:

I have a new brother Mark Anthony; I guess everyone has plans for him as well;

I plan on letting him decide his future but helping him to excel:

I am almost three and until my final day is done;

I hope I am able to please everyone:

And a word to my Mom who is handwriting this letter to you;

You are living in the year 2000, get a computer or two!

Born On The 4th of July: was a poem I wrote trying to get my son a place in the Millennium celebration in Philadelphia. My son was born on the 4th of July, in Philadelphia, our last name is Flagg and it was on my due date, my first child that is rare. His middle name is Americus after my great Uncle who was like a Grandfather to me. He was born on the boat from Italy to America that is why he was named Americus. I wanted so much to be picked for the contest but unfortunately he was not for 1996. Anyway I could not let this one go unmentioned. My patriotic son, he will be political, or on stage as some public figure I just know it!

Cat Come In 

Where do I begin, tales of a cat that just won’t come in?

Rosie come in this house, not until I catch this mouse:

That poor little creature let it be;

No, no with a big smile she threw me:

That mouse cannot hurt you, you are not hungry, so let it go;

I am a cat that’s what I do, that’s what I know:

Clea come, our dog is rumbling in her cage, she’s waking up;

I’m letting her out, here she comes, that mouse you’re going to drop:

Now that’s much better, see that mouse, go, now run away;

Find your Mom your families, go, now run and play:

Clea stop that barking now, Rosie no need to hiss;

I want you to come in the house now it’s time to feed the fish:

Come in you say, not yet you see;

That bird over there is looking at me:

Oh no you don’t, that sweet little bird, sings music to us every morning;

What sense is there to eat that bird, to sneak up on it without warning?

Just for the fun, it’s what I do;

So quiet please while I think this through:

Clea, come Rosie wants that bird, it makes no sense;

Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff until Rosie’s up on the fence:

Now please come in I have things to do;

You can go in the front window, look out see what’s new:

Come in right now, it’s not the time;

See that rabbit over there I’m gone to get it, it’s mine:

That cute little fuzzy thing, oh no you don’t;

Its minding it’s own business, oh no you won’t:

Cleeeaaa,…okay, okay, okay you win;

Just don’t send that vicious dog, I’m tired of running, I’ll come in:

Okay here I come, did you fill my food dish;

What was that you said, it was time to feed the fish:)

The following poems I wrote for my children, some of the questions they ask, so inquisitive. They love when I rhyme and they are satisfied with my answers. I hope you enjoy!

Cat Come In was for their amusement;

The rest for their knowledge;

Mom, Dad Can I Sleep With You

I Don’t Want to Brush My Teeth

When Will I Be Big

Why Do I Have Red Hair

Mom They Won’t Let Me Play

I Don’t Like