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Father’s Day

By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Great South Bay Magazine June 2015

Men have children early or late in life
To create an image of their self seems a special drive.
God and the devil we know to be male
History spins both into many a tale.

A father is allowed to show power and to rule
Or he can teach the offspring to handle a tool.
As father he can decide on the time to have fun
Or discuss when and when not to use a gun.

If to be a father you are not really cut out
You let the mother handle this bout.
I never heard “Father” when of the devil one speaks
While from “God the Father” answers one seeks.

So I do not mind when on this special day
Men who are fathers have it completely their way.
In general I do not begrudge them honor and fame
Most fathers deserve the love shown in the name.

Mostly when there is something a woman wants
It is best for her the man’s ego to boast
As women we deserve part of the fame
As it started with Adam’s rib – oh shame.

Had Eve not been there Adam would not have sinned
No fault on him would have ever been pinned.
What would have been does not matter now
Thus to good fathers today I will bow.

Come to think there is a Mother’s and a Father’s day
Do children really have nothing to say?
Not till in their description the letters M E N appear
And parenthood they themselves come to love or fear.

For now let us to all the Daddies say
“Have a Happy Father’s Day.”

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
By Alexandra H. Rodrigues


Once a year all of us this are told
It does not matter if we are young or we are old.
A year is a year and our life starts at birth
No matter when or where we start our life on earth.

On one for us special day in every year
We celebrate that we are here.
Why though are we being congratulated
What was our influence when birth related?

Our appearance on earth seems a miracle too
But with the conception we had nothing to do.
In the mother’s womb it felt like a dream
When first we saw the world it made us scream.

Then mother’s love gave us a booster
Some dad’s pride resembled a rooster.
Rich or poor the same is true for us all
None of us can their actual moment of birth recall.

It is however from that minute on
That to somebody we will be a daughter or son.
Quickly we learned how to rise
To what as destiny we recognize.

This possibly is why people decided to say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY on just that day.

Mothers Day

By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Great South Bay Magazine May 2015

Whatever in any language MOTHER means
The first word of a baby it seems.
All of us in the womb and not yet born
With our mother to special bond were sworn.

Even if later our personalities would clash
Love between us was impossible to smash.
From our mother we inherited our roots
Her traits in us quite often bear fruits.

When life throws into our path a block
For help to our mother we flock.
She always is ready to heal and smooth
Any hurting inner- or outer- bruise.

Relations between mother and child
Experience upsets not always quite mild.
We seldom take time to thank our mother,
To acknowledge her help we rarely bother.

Those of us when our mother we lost
Are the ones who cherish her image most.
The wound that she is gone will never heal
Forever her influence we’ll feel.

First mother on earth may have been Eve
That depends solely on what we believe.
Fact is that of a mother’s love we can be sure
Even in the animal kingdom this love is pure.

Now, if you are a mother yourself
Let me say:
“Have a Happy Mother’s Day”


By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

Published in South Bay’s Neighbor 2014

Our moods tend to brighten in a blink

When of all different flowers we think.

We ignore that they will wilt,

Their fragrance will remain in us instilled.


Same goes with thoughts of people we have known

We remember kindness that to us they have shown.

Their smile and the shine in their eyes,

Stays part of us despite their demise.


Life steers us thru many ups and downs in a blink

Often our moods will change in a wink.

There cannot be only days of joy in this endeavor

Just like a flower cannot bloom forever.


Good and bad tango to a dramatic beat

Even the flowers for dirt have need.

Our thoughts and deeds are the future’s seeds.

Enjoy any beauty that with your blossoming me


By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Famous Poets of the Heartland April 2015
South Bay’s Neighbor April 2014
Famous Poets September 2014

I close my eyes and there they are
Faces of people once friends near and far.
No longer on earth they nowadays walk
Yet in a voiceless whisper to me they talk.

Never they come one by one to my side.
But as faces around my head they heed my invite.
Souls they are now with faces on loan
For a short while excused from the father’s throne.

They must have heard my searching cries
As my brain stumbled between truth and lies.
What is in store when life runs out
Human answers leave room for doubt.

The faces fuse deep wisdom into my soul
I feel the answer and it makes me whole.
Their vision alone gives me inner peace
Which grants a soul-felt, true r


By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

So you want, or need, or consider to move
Let’s say , you search to live under another roof.
Emotions first will surface your plans to haunt
As if your grandma’s wedding ring you pawned.

“Why do this, should I do this or is it better to stay
How about the memories collected here day by day”
Are the thoughts that occupy your mind
As a sensible solution you want to find.

First you try to force yourself to refrain
Till finally you begin to explore the gain.
A new beginning is like a breath of fresh air
Wanting to make a move is only fair.

Places to live are millions on earth
The least choice we had was our place of birth.
Only when our soul a vacuum does fill
Square feet of space can become an idyll.

Consider what best fits your taste and pocket book
Order your emotions to let you off the hook.
In life a decision now and then has to be made
Don’t get caught having to say “Now it is too late”


By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Great South Bay Magazine 2014

No, no, no – I am not afraid
Outside it is dark but not yet late.
Lightning bolts crisscross the sky
Dark, threatening clouds keep rushing by.
The power of nature we cannot ignore
We are shocked by thunder’s ominous roar.

This is God when he has reason to scold
As children we were often told.
One can hear the storm approach real fast
And we hope that not too long it will last.
Afraid I am not but tense without doubt
Even my dog appears to pout.

This fiery, noisy show close by
Has rattled my nerves, I cannot deny
We will do well from haughtiness to refrain
And seriously imprint in our brain
That in a superpower’s hand
We are nothing but a speck of sand.

Mom’s Poem

Did my mother write it? She had a poetic vein. Is is the creation of somebody famous? What about all rights reserved? There is no way I can tell. It is dated 1990/91 in the handwriting of my mother, who then was 76 years old. Younger than I am today. Here it is the way she wrote :

Es gibt Wunden die heilen niemals im Leben
Es gibt Tage – Da schmerzen sie nicht.
Man geht daher mit frohem Gesicht –
Bis einer an der Wunde ruehrt
Und man wieder das Brennen spuert.
Es gibt Wunden,
Die heilen niemals im Leben.

Translation: by Alexandra H. Rodrigues
There are wounds that never heal in life.
There are days when you take it in strive.
When one walks around with a smile on the face.
Till somebody stirs up the pain.
Trying to forget is truly in vain.
There are wounds that never heal in life.

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