My First Breath

Being a mother and an aunt are the most rewarding titles I have.

When I started my blog, I started it with a poem I wrote for one of my nephews. Today, I dedicate this birthday poem to all of my nieces and nephews, but I have wrote it for the birthday boy, another of my nephews. In it, his name. Happy Birthday, Babys! (This is not a spelling error: it is what I call them individually and as a whole)

My First Breath

A simple heart that touched my soul…

Nephews and nieces are the breath that first gave me life.

To know my smile, is to know them.

Hours of pain wiped away with one moment with them.

On this day, one celebrates his birth.

Nothing more to say, except: I am who I am, thanks to…

YOU!

For the Love of a Seabee

No matter how far the waves carry you, no matter where the sea may take you, I will always be with you. My love, my guidance, and my prayers will be carried by the winds. Whenever you need a gentle touch of comfort, let the sea breeze touch you and the ocean waters soothe you, there I’ll be.

May the sands beneath your feet always be warm, that you may walk your path in peace. May the seas be plentiful with life, that you may always have food, friends, and love to sustain you. May your ship be strong enough to withstand any storm, that nothing is allowed to sink you. May your swim be swift and strong, that you never drown in any sorrows. And, may you always sail home safely to those who await your every return with open arms.

As you sail through life, watch every sunrise with new hope; every sunset, be grateful; and remember to capture every moment in your mind, and in your heart; then, bring back the stories for us to share.

Now, venture onto the wild seas of life…

Pave your own ways to victory!

This poem was written for my nephew, who joined the Navy and became a Seabee. I thought it would be fitting to start The Rebel Bee with a poem…from a Bee to a Seabee.