By: Jessica BeckmanDedicated to: MomPOETRYDEDICATIONPROJECT
• Dear Mom,The reason I chose you to dedicate this project to is becauseyou encourage me to do my best and keep me going when things gethard and I just want to quit. You are always there for me when Ineed you the most and when I was little and always seemed to gethurt, like the time I fell off the ladder or found out I was allergic tobumble bees, you were there to let me know I’d be ok. You can tellwhen something is wrong with me when no one else can, even whenI don’t want to tell you what’s wrong with me you end up getting meto tell you at some point. When I’m sitting on the couch thinkingabout something that is bothering me you’ll be the first person tocome over and say “I can tell something is wrong, what is it?” and ofcourse I’ll tell you “nothing” at first but you, being the caring motherthat you are keep bugging me until I tell you the reason. I knowsometimes things get rough and even you don’t know the answerbut we’ll always pull through as a family. These poems I have pickedout and wrote are based around children, family and our guardianangel, I hope you enjoy every one of them.Love,Jessie
LoveIt’s like treasureSometimes lost forever.You’ll know when you find itLove,You can’t hide it.There’s many ways to showBut with love,You never know.Things get crazy,A little out of hand.You may not understandLove,It has its own plan.by Jessica Beckman
I have a very hard time writing things like thisas you know, so you’re going to have to bearwith me while reading the poems that I havewritten for this project. The reason I includedthis poem in my dedication project is becausefamily is made up of several different piecesbut one thing that makes up a good family andrelationship is, love. About 20 years ago (Ithink) you met who you thought was the loveof your life, dad, but when times got hard heturned into someone else and that is how he’sbeen ever since. About a year after you guysgot a divorce another man walked into yourlife, a single father that was very nice andwilling to take every one of us under his wingand treat us like we are his own. One day hemade a mistake, as do many men, ever sincethen you’ve been a little iffy on whether ornot you should fall for him again. I can tellyou love him and he loves you and in my mindI believe he is your soul mate. This is a storythat proves love is crazy and you never knowwhat love will have in store for you.
Air And AngelsTwice or thrice had I loved thee,Before I knew thy face or name;So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;Still when, to where thou wert, I came,Some lovely glorious nothing I did see,But since my soul, whose child love is,Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,More subtle than the parent isLove must not be, but take a body too,And therefore what thou wert, and whoI bid love ask, and nowThat it assume thy body, I allow,And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,And so more steadily to have gone,With wares which would sink admiration,I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught,Every thy hair for love to work uponIs much too much, some fitter must be sought;For, nor in nothing, nor in thingsExtreme, and scattring bright, can love inhere;Then as an angel, face and wingsOf air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,So thy love may be my loves sphere;Just such disparityAs is twixt air and angels purity,Twixt womens love, and mens will ever be.By John Donne
ExplicationofAir And Angles• In “Air and Angels”, there are many possible interpretations. The emotion of loveis being brought out by the speaker in this poem. The speaker is carrying lovehigh on his shoulder. This makes love the most valuable thing an individual couldevery possibly own. The love in this poem is based on spirits, not beauty. Nomatter how bad the speaker desires to feel this emotion, he is desperately unableto get the feeling. In this poem, love is compared and contrasted in manydifferent ways.• The organizational structure of this poem has a significant meaning as well. In thefirst fourteen lines, the speaker is describing why love should be put into everyhuman. It starts out with the overall theme that true beauty is hard to get a holdof and put into a true form. In the next fourteen lines the speaker is telling us thatlove is unattainable in average human form. The speakers talks about how air andangels are alike, something that does not matter to an average human being.Overall, air is just like love, weightless and without boundaries. There is a smallconflict with the ending of the poem to that of the beginning because at first thespeaker is telling us love is able to be attained and at the end the speaker is tellingus that it is no longer attainable.• The two sections of this poem have diverse meanings. They also use differentlanguage. The first section of the poem uses words to keep the flow “down toearth” compared to the second section of the poem that makes it escalade intothe air, with the angels. Angels are being compared to love which is ironicbecause when the average person hers anything about angels, they think love.
Pitter PatterThe music I dance toBoth day and night,My favorite song.As soon as I get home,The song starts to play.All of my children run to the doorThe sound of their feet on the floor.Pitter patter all day long.That sound right there,Makes up my favorite song.By Jessica Beckman
The reason I included this poem into mydedication project is because it is about thekids, how they are always running around andyou know as well as I do, the second you walk inthe door that “pitter patter” get ten times asloud as all the kids run towards the door and allof them start saying “mommy, mommy”. Eventhough they get a little crazy and you have tomake them stop running around sometimes Iknow you would go insane if you weren’t able tohear that noise anymore. Good thing you haveso many kids because by the time we are all outof the house you’ll be able to fill it withgrandkids and since you don’t like to yell at yourgrandkids you aren’t going to be able to makethe “pitter patter” stop. This poem has basicallyonly one purpose to it and only people who lovelistening to their kids run around would be ableto enjoy this poem. Sometimes I get frustratedwith the kids running because I can’tconcentrate on something but I honestly can’twait for Charlotte to start running around andacting crazy. Watching kid’s play without themknowing it is when their true personalities shinethrough. I have to say each and every one ofus, your children have very unique personalities.
To-days your natal day;Sweet flowers I bring:Mother, accept, I prayMy offering.And may you happy live,And long us bless;Receiving as you giveGreat happiness.To My MotherBy Christina Rossetti
• “To my mother” is a simple dedication poem that thespeaker had wrote in order to ask for acceptance from hermother. The speaker starts off with her mother’s birthday.She is giving her flowers, and is asking for some kind ofacceptance. By using the word “like” there is a small senseof feeling that her mother may not like flowers. Thespeaker is trying to flatter her mother as well as gainacceptance because she previously feels like she is notaccepted. The last four lines of the poem “And may youhappy live, / And long us bless; / Receiving as you give /Great happiness”, suggest that the speaker wishes hermother to live happily and not take anything for granted.When there is the chance to receive then her mothershould also give in return. The speaker may be suggestingthat her mother is greedy and does not give a lot from aday to day basis, and tells her to give more than shenormally does. If this is what the speaker issuggesting, then the idea that the speaker needs to beaccepted by her own mother becomes a little moreprominent. It also suggests that her mother will love and“bless” her children. By the speaker becoming blessed byher mother, she knows she will be accepted. She will beaccepted in her mother’s ways and in God’s name. Thespeaker kept this poem very simple, for the reader to readand for the speaker to write. Overall, this is a good poemto read and there is a lot that can be learnt from thesimplicity of this and its true meaning, just by readingbetween the lines and thinking about what is being saidfrom the reader helps understand the overall meaning ofThe first thing thatgot my attention aboutthis poem is its title. Thepoem itself is prettymuch, short and sweet. Ithought about how all thelittle kids bring you inflowers all summer long inthe first part of the poem.The second part of thepoem reminds me of howyou are always trying tomake everyone else happyand put yourself last, alsohow you are always givingbut very rarely receiving.You need to stopworrying about makingeveryone else happy anddo what you need to sothat you can be happy allthe time or at least mostof the time.Explication ofTo My Mother
Angel WingsIn a hospital not good enough for youBorn too soon, but as normal as any.You came out crying,As do many.Not long after, you started turning grey.The doctor that tried playing GodTook your freedom away.He knew as well as othersYou would need a NICU right away.This hospital didn’t have one,The closest one was far away.Because of this doctor you had a hard life.About twelve short years later,The Lord called you home.Your little Angel Wings and Halo way too soon, was earned.By Jessica Beckman
It took me a while to write this one, Icouldn’t figure out how to put the wordstogether then once I did I couldn’t figure outhow to put the sentences together. This oneis dedicated to my favorite angel and ourfamily’s guardian angel. This talks about howhe should not have been born at our hospitaland how even the doctor knew that, butinstead of shipping you to Arnot Ogden hedecided to put you into labor even more andbasically force you to give birth to a pre-mature baby at our hospital which has noNICU. I remember how even though hecouldn’t talk he had his way of showing whathe wanted and who he did or didn’t like, likehis one teacher, how he’d give her the fingerevery time she came. At first we thought itwas a coincidence but after a couple weeks ofit it was pretty obvious, he just did not likeher at all. I know it made you laugh when hedid that because none of us liked her either.Tristen was one of the bravest kids I have evermeet and I am lucky to have had him as abrother for as long as I did. He will always bewith us even if he’s not visible, though hedoes make himself clear that he mostdefinitely is still with us.
The Children’s HourBetween the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the days occupations,That is known as the Childrens Hour.I hear in the chamber above meThe patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened,And voices soft and sweet.From my study I see in the lamplight,Descending the broad hall stair,Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,And Edith with golden hair.A whisper, and then a silence:Yet I know by their merry eyesThey are plotting and planning togetherTo take me by surprise.A sudden rush from the stairway,A sudden raid from the hall!By three doors left unguardedThey enter my castle wall!They climb up into my turretOer the arms and back of my chair;If I try to escape, they surround me;They seem to be everywhere.They almost devour me with kisses,Their arms about me entwine,Till I think of the Bishop of BingenIn his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,Because you have scaled the wall,Such an old mustache as I amIs not a match for you all!I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the round-tower of my heart.And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in dust away!by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
ExplicationofThe Children’s Hour• In “The Children’s Hour” the speaker helps gettingthe reader directly involved in the poem. This isdone by a creative use of language and tone ofvoice the speaker is speaking in. The poem startsoff with the setting being right around dusk, as thesun is setting and night is coming. This makes thereader think that there is an unexpected eventabout to happen. This makes the reader want tolearn what is about to happen. Reading on, thespeaker introduces playful children. The language ischanging every few lines, and the pace of the poemseems like it is getting faster than slower. Thistactic helps bring in the reader’s attention andkeeps him wanting to read more. The speaker useswords such as “sudden raid” and “sudden rush”followed by a place in order to help the reader graspan image of what is going on during the time. Thespeaker then continues to state that his love for hisdaughters is a gift from God. Love is an eternalthing that a lot of people can find. It is a value thatwe all have because it is a reflection from God’slove. In this poem, the speaker clearly shows thereader that he loves his daughters. Just like peoplewith God, no matter what happens, he will alwayslove his children. It is an unconditional love. If lovewere conditioned, and “God will only love you IF…”then the reflection would be a lot different andpeople would probably act a lot different or have adifferent sense of meaning of the word and emotion“Love”. This poem is a good poem that can easilybe applied to life, especially that of a father who hasa daughter.I really liked this poemand I thought you would too.I mainly picked it because it’sabout children and I knowhow much you love children.As I read the poem a coupletimes it just kept soundingeven better so I had to put itin my project. In thepoem, where it says “Asudden rush from thestairway, A sudden raid fromthe hall!” reminds me of howthe kids come out of theirrooms after they’re told togo to bed and you hearsomething in the kitchen soyou start heading out to seewhat it is but by the time youget their all you see is thesnack cupboard open and achair underneath it becauseas soon as they hear youcoming they run to theirroom as fast as they can.
Little BoyLittle Boy with special needsHad a big heart,He taught the world a lessonAbout life being tough.He fought every day,Till it was his time to go.Then the Lord took him backTo a new place for him to call home.In heaven everyone’s happy,There is no pain.I’m happy he’s not in pain anymoreBut I still want him backNothing’s the same!By Jessica Beckman
This is one of my favorite poems that I haveput in here and I know you could guess why Iput it in here but I am going to tell youanyway. This is another poem for ourguardian angel and I know the day is comingclose to where he will be gone for two yearsalready and things do not get easier but I’mhoping this helps at least a little. Everyonewho seen what happened that day has itburned into the back of their head and we allsay if there is one thing I could do I would goback in time and never leave his side so I canmake sure that wouldn’t happen. I rememberyou telling me a few times “the doctor didn’texpect him to live past one year old” but hewas a fighter and made that doctor out to bea liar. I still don’t understand even at theleast why God would take someone soyoung, fearless, and full of love and I neverwill understand but I want you to know even ifit is hard to talk about for me and you, if youever need someone to talk to aboutTristen, you can count on me to be here foryou just as much as I can count on you (andthat’s a lot)!
We Are Seven—A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?I met a little cottage girl:She was eight years old, she said;Her hair was thick with many a curlThat clustered round her head.She had a rustic, woodland air,And she was wildly clad:Her eyes were fair, and very fair;—Her beauty made me glad."Sisters and brothers, little maid,How many may you be?""How many? Seven in all," she said,And wondering looked at me."And where are they? I pray you tell."She answered, "Seven are we;And two of us at Conway dwell,And two are gone to sea."Two of us in the churchyard lie,My sister and my brother;And, in the churchyard cottage, IDwell near them with my mother.""You say that two at Conway dwell,And two are gone to sea,Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,Sweet maid, how this may be."Then did the little maid reply,"Seven boys and girls are we;Two of us in the churchyard lie,Beneath the churchyard tree."
We Are Seven (continued)"You run about, my little maid,Your limbs they are alive;If two are in the churchyard laid,Then ye are only five.""Their graves are green, they may be seen,"The little maid replied,"Twelve steps or more from my mothers door,And they are side by side."My stockings there I often knit,My kerchief there I hem;And there upon the ground I sit,And sing a song to them."And often after sunset, sir,When It is light and fair,I take my little porringer,And eat my supper there."The first that died was sister Jane;In bed she moaning lay,Till God released her of her pain;And then she went away."So in the churchyard she was laid;And, when the grass was dry,Together round her grave we played,My brother John and I."And when the ground was white with snowAnd I could run and slide,My brother John was forced to go,And he lies by her side.""How many are you, then," said I,"If they two are in heaven?"Quick was the little maids reply,"O master! we are seven.""But they are dead; those two are dead!Their spirits are in heaven!"Twas throwing words away; for stillThe little maid would have her will,And said, "Nay, we are seven!"By William Wordsworth
ExplicationofWe Are SevenThis is probably my favoritepoem out of all the ones that Ipicked from the publishedpoems. The reason for that isbecause it talks about how twoof the siblings passed away butyet they still count them asbeing there. We do the samething with Tristen, whensomeone asks you how manykids you have you say 12 andwhen someone asks me howmany siblings I have I say 11, nomatter where one of mysiblings go I still count them asbeing part of the family, even ifthey’re never coming home.“We are seven” is created by sixteen four-line stanzas. Itends with one five-line stanza. Each of the stanzas iscomposed of an abab rhythmic pattern. It appears that thespeaker had chosen to write the last line of this poem first.This poem starts off with an old man asking a little girl acouple of questions. A couple of questions that could havebeen answered in just a few short lines however is draggedon and adds to the overall significance of the poem. Thepoem “drags on” because the old man is not convinced thatthe girl, only of the age of eight, feels like she still has twosiblings that are no longer alive, making there being sevensiblings total, and five living still. The young girl also adds thatshe lives alone with her mother, this also makes the olderman wonder about what is really going on, or if she is justmaking up some lie. At the beginning of theirconversation, the young girl appears to not know too muchabout what death is or how it occurs. She states that shetalks to and signs to her siblings as she spends time withthem, which is really odd, to the reader as well as the olderman. By the end of the poem, it appears that the little girlreally did know what she was talking about as sheunderstands more about life and death compared to the oldman she was conversing with once before. She states thatshe will not leave the deceased out of her life. They all have asoul somewhere still and they all still need to beremembered. By the end of the poem, the little girl realizeswhat death is, and the only thing she is able to do is continueto move on with her own life.
BlessedI feel so blessedI get reminded every day,By your happiness.Being a mommy,Is one of the best jobs.With no pay,But the love of a child.You get me through the dayWhen I think about giving up,Or when I think there is no way.Anytime you need me I’ll be thereIn a blink of an eye,To help you with trouble.Because I’m your mommy,I feel so Blessed!By Jessica Beckman
I put this poem in my project for a fewreasons. It reminds me of how good of amom you are, I know I wrote it but that’spart of the reason I did. You’re alwayssaying how being a mom is the best joband now that I am a mommy I completelyunderstand where you come from withthat and I definitely agree with you. Thereare so many things about being a momthat make all those sleepless nights andcranky days’ worth it. Though I haven’tbeen a mom for very long I already knowthat I will be there for Charlotte whenevershe needs me even if that means having todrive 24 hours away and I know you woulddo the same for me or any one of yourother kids. In my poem it says how youdon’t get paid for the best job withanything but a child’s love, I know howmuch you love each and every one of yourchildren (even if I am your favorite =p)and getting paid with the love of themright back is probably the best pay you canthink of. God has blessed you with 12beautiful children and I am proud to saythat I am one of them. I know I make yougo crazy sometimes but that’s what kidsare for right??
To My Brother Miguel in memoriamBrother, today I sit on the brick bench outside the house,where you make a bottomless emptiness.I remember we used to play at this hour of the day, and mamawould calm us: "There now, boys..."Now I go hideas before, from all these eveningprayers, and I hope that you will not find me.In the parlor, the entrance hall, the corridors.Later, you hide, and I do not find you.I remember we made each other cry,brother, in that game.Miguel, you hid yourselfone night in August, nearly at daybreak,but instead of laughing when you hid, you were sad.And your other heart of those dead afternoonsis tired of looking and not finding you. And nowshadows fall on the soul.Listen, brother, dont be too latecoming out. All right? Mama might worry.by César Vallejo
Explication ofTo My Brother Miguelin memoriamThe reason I added “ToMy Brother Miguel inMemoriam” is basicallybecause it is in memoriamabout a brother. Thatreminds me of Tristenobviously, I know he’s yourchild not brother but I reallycouldn’t find any aboutchildren passing away thatmade much sense. It talksabout how he remembersthe good times he had withhis brother and I do thatevery day, think about howmany good times there wereand try to keep the badmemories away and I knowyou do the same.In “To My Brother Miguel in memoriam” the speaker beginssitting out on the porch, mourning the death of his brother.The reason the speaker probably choose to write this poemwas probably to express his feelings like most poets. Thespeaker quickly brings back the good memories. The speakerbrings back the time of playing hide and seeks forhours, usually the person who was hiding being the winner ofthe day. Then all of a sudden, Miguel had hid himself, he hadhid and he did not return. From a readers perspective, Miguelhad either ran away, or he had gotten killed. He may of evengotten sick because the speaker says he was “sad”. Thespeaker by the end of the poem is tired of looking for hisbrother Miguel and not being able to find him because hehimself is getting sad. The speaker closes the play “And now/ Shadows fall on the soul”. This give the reader theimpression that the speakers brother Miguel has passedaway. He feels like his brother may come back at somepoint, that way their Mama does not worry. Overall, thespeaker is simply saying that he wished his brother wasplaying hide and seek still instead of being deceased. Thispoem leaves out how his brother has passed away, whichmakes the reader kind of curious because if he lookedsad, then it gives the impression he may have had been sick.Overall, this is a rather sad poem to read and the reader canfeel the same emotion that the speaker does. Most peoplecan relate to having good times and having a death someonein their family. Most of the time it is really hard to see
Mom,Thank you forbeing there for me througheverything our family hasbeen through these past fewyears, thank you for beingthe mother that you are to allof us, if you weren’t themother you are to me I don’tthink I’d be the mother I amto Charlotte , I reallyappreciate everything you dofor me and I hope you neverforget that. I have beendoing my best to help youout as much as I can and helpyou get through the hardtimes too. You are the bestmom (and grandma [me-me])that anyone could ask for, Iwouldn’t trade you for theworld, I love you.Love,Jessie
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