You’re written in Verse...O Son of my Universe...
Yesterday, I gave birth to you, me, a mere wisp of a gorl...
That was also the day you gave birth to my world...
Prince of Charms The first time I held you in my arms I was totally besotted, O Prince of charms You are the perfect rhyme in my world You are enchantment begging to unfurl Your cheeks so healthy and robust You sparkled with fragrant stardust You really are my ray of sunshine With all of nature entwined It feels as if I am holding infinity This is how precious you are to me Baby boy you have charmed my soul You have made me loving and whole Your smile takes my breath away You light up my life every day I see heaven in your star filled eyes You are my universe in disguise Forever Sunil He was one of the pillars supporting my Universe. The day he died was also the day my world came crumbling down. Written for my valiant nephew...Sunil Ramoo Rampersaud 3rd August 1988 - October 29th, 2005
It seems as if it was only yesterday When I last spoke to you on the phone "Sunil, what would you like to be one day" And I heard the sheer pleasure in your tone
“I want to own a bicycle repair shop And I never want to see school ever again But my mom doesn’t want me to stop And everyday she is driving me more insane”
Boys will be boys; I had to reluctantly agree I spoke to your mother that very same day How to help you to be by letting Sunil be We saw you growing into a fine young man, anyway
Forever seventeen, yes, this is how it seems You come here dear nephew, age after age as if on cue In this lifetime of ours, it seems you have already been here twice Every generation this is the norm, you come in similar forms
For you are Timehri true and through You are the Sun under skies of blue A daredevil kind of angel without wings With smiles to grease up rusty old things
Forever the bicycle repair adept Flitting in and out of trees Swimming out of your depths Laughing with the breeze
You are the cars flying by on high Yes, you somehow seemed to know Your bicycle is your portal to the Sky You are only here for the show
I close my eyes and I see you there Sunil, laughing, Sunil, riding up and down Yes, I see now that you will always be here You have not really left this town
You never seem to make it beyond seventeen It is as if you come to replay this particular scene Do you know I die each time you go away too soon Why can’t you live here for many, many moons
What purpose would this really serve Sunil, it is as if you want to be preserved A boy with laughing eyes Revealing blue, blue skies Riding up and down on his beloved bike of thrills Forever seventeen, a destiny already fulfilled
To all my little valiant Julius Caesars out there, remember to take care for Life.... is indeed a battlefield. “Cowards die many times before their time is yet Whilst the Valiant only once will taste of death” Shakespeare on Julius Caesar... I believe On the fear of death, this was Caesar’s philosophy And just like you Sunil, he died all the deaths in just one catastrophe If only Caesar could have seen it this way! "Cowards are outfitted with the survival instinct to cheat death Whilst the Valiant has to receive the gift of fear yet" Amy Ramdass
Reviews for "Sixteen Candles to Enlightenment"
Happy Birthday Dar!
Reviewed by William Bonilla
5/1/2006
A beautiful motherly write Thanks for sharing
Love & Peace William
Reviewed by Aleja Bennett
4/28/2006
BEING A MOTHER IS SO OUTSTANDING AND SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT.
Reviewed by Regis (Reg) Auffray
4/28/2006
Your mother's love shines throughout your verse, Amy. This is a wonderful gift for your son. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Paul Williams
4/28/2006
A beautiful and moving tribute from a loving mother to her son...superb Amy.
Paul;-)
Reviewed by Leonard Goslee (Reader)
4/27/2006
"Sixteen Candles..." flows on the river of the creative verb and makes waves of wonders and love. A beautiful call to life and understanding in this tribute to a poem of poem of Mother Poet.
L. T. Goslee
Reviewed by CeLeStiaL DiViNe MySTiC ~*~ UniVerSaL DiViNe LiFe ~*~ EVeR ONE
4/27/2006
~*~ Amy... this Poem is Nurturing in it's Sweetness ... Awesome in it's Awe ... and quite expressively Lovely indeed! :) ~*~ Celestial ~*~
Reviewed by Margarita Caligaris (Reader)
4/27/2006
You have a poetic vein filled with ichor. Your words have a magical sound that pleases the ear of one's soul.
"Sixteen Candles..." is a beauty of writing and a wonderful tribute.
Thank you for sharing your poetical gifts.
Margarita Caligaris, Litt.D., Ph.D.
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
4/27/2006
BLESSED IS THE ONE THAT BRINGS LIGHT AND HOPE.
"Sixteen Candles..." glows as it flows to paint a rainbow of love with the colors of emotions... A celebration of Mother Poet's Sonnet by a unique daughter of Mother Poet.
I enjoyed the composition of "Sixteen Candles...".
May the fruit of this Tree follow the greatness of Your boughs.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Felix Perry
4/26/2006
As Phylis stated already this is a beautiful tribute to your child. A mother's love for her son is like a fathers love for his daughter somehow opposites are always stronger. (in most cases. As parents we love all our children but in different ways and you captured this as well. You should frame and offer this to him as a special birthday gift. He will cherish it forever.
Felix
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
4/26/2006
So, so good. This beautiful tribute can only have come from a beautiful person. A great mother to a great son! Thank you so much for sharing this. It echoes the emotions that my son evoked at birth and as he grew up to be the wonderful, giving man that he is today. Blessings always, 'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Andy Turner
4/26/2006
Brilliant, and so very poignant...
The orphan for the late K.C. Outar
Reviewed by Nagamuthu Osho
6/4/2006
Respected Poetess!
The poem is so sonorous, flowing powerful emitting tender love , hidden, erupt from the pious heart. The outburst of the devotion is moving so swift, a pinnacle of miracle descending below to the Earth. God bless the readers. Yours cordially, N.K.OSHO
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
5/31/2006
A heartwarming account of a man who turned his life around for good. Your love for him shines thru this.
Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
5/30/2006
Enjoyed the thought placed in these lines.
Reviewed by Larry Matthews
5/30/2006
Ah yes,your fathers fruits of gold shines brightly in your writing.A short poem that tells much of your fathers character.As they say "the apple has not fallen far from the tree" God Bless Luke
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
5/27/2006
I liked the theme of “The Orphan” and its composition.
I wish You a pleasant weekend, Poet, and a week of accomplishments.
In gratitude,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Regis (Reg) Auffray
5/26/2006
This is a wonderful hope-filled account, Amy. I symbolizes survival. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Felix Perry
5/26/2006
A ggod write starts out sad, shows his strength to overcome adversity and his eventual reward. Proof that the cycles of history can be changed.
Fee
Reviewed by Danielle Mundy
5/25/2006
wow. this is a truly beautiful write :)
Reviewed by Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel
5/25/2006
Wonderful tribute of your Dad. He is so lucky to have found love from his family, especially a wonderful daughter like you!!!
Love is the energy that is so powerful that it can change a person's life forever, and I'm so glad that your Dad has found love!!!
Wonderful write indeed!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Andy Turner
5/25/2006
Beautiful in many ways. His daughters understand him. He loves them. Love can change anything. So beautiful, so inspirational....
Reviewed by Nordette Adams
5/25/2006
A beautiful ending to this poem that starts us out concerned for a child. Shouts hope! I enjoyed reading this poem, Amy. ~~Nordette
A wonderful endorsement of Fatherhood by a gifted writer.I have a saying "When I was 25 I did not realize my children would grow up and judge me" Now I thank God every day for that blessing know as family. Thank you and God Bless. Luke
Thank you for this gift. My daughters came over for a visit last night. These verses mean a lot, Amy. I don't claim to be Atlas but I'm doing my best. Love and peace and thanks to you,
I like the uniqueness of this composition; its symbolism and sounding message... "Father Atlas" makes me rethink the mission and privilege of fatherhood.
