Ode to a Mother

An angel from heaven,
A gift from the most divine.
Always giving , never receiving,
Incomparable and most wonderful.

A warrior on earth, fiercely independent,
A courageous and compassionate darling.
A human so sweet, A person so kind,
Someone so special, someone so adorable.

Mother dearest, my sweetest shining star,
Someone who teaches me love and compassion.
Mother dearest, my teacher my guide,
Someone who holds me so special within her heart !


I Could…If They Would ~ Mattie Stephanek

‎”We must always remember to play after every storm.”…. ~ Mattie Stepanek

I remembered one of his poem which I am sharing here.


To  you Mattie, wherever you are….

I pray that all your wishes and dreams come true.


You may not be here physically anymore.

You left this world in such a tender age!

But your life was filled with so much of love and hope and joy.


You, of all the people in this world,

was in a position to complain about so much.


But you were the most sweetest angel,

A beautiful child, come to teach each of us a beautiful lesson in life.

To only see the beauty and goodness around.


You not only taught, but also lived your life as such.

What wisdom what compassion in the few years you were here.

You will always remain an Angel in my heart! ❤


I Could…If They Would

If they would find a cure when I’m a kid…

I could ride a bike and sail on rollerblades,

and I could go on really long nature hikes.


If they would find a cure when I’m a teenager…

I could earn my license and drive a car,

and I could dance every dance at my senior prom.


If they would find a cure when I’m a young adult…

I could travel around the world and teach peace,

and I could marry and have children of my own.


If they would find a cure when I’m grown old…

I could visit exotic places and appreciate culture,

and I could proudly share pictures of my grandchildren.


If they would find a cure when I’m alive…

I could live each day without pain and machines,

and I could celebrate the biggest thank you of life ever.


If they would find a cure when I’m buried into Heaven…

I could still celebrate with my brothers and sister there,

and I could still be happy knowing that I was part of the effort.

Mattie J.T Stepanek (author)

FOR OUR WORLD – Mattie Stepanek

With so much going on around us, we tend to forget the simple truths in life. I remembered Mattie Stepanek today. This angel, who came to this earth, lived for 14 years with the wisdom of a 1000 year old. (1990-2004)

His poems are like medicine to the wounded heart. His words touch the deepest part of of our hearts and they are like the waves on the beach, coming to wash the impurities we have gathered along the way. There is a freshness and innocence that only a child could bring……

He began writing when he was about 3 years old. Before he passed away in June, 2004, Mattie had written thousands of poems, dozens of essays and short stories, and presented a bound anthology of his writing to the Library of Congress.

Mattie’s poems of peace and hope have touched millions of lives; his heartsongs continues to reach people of all ages around the world. His life view was one of love and generosity and as a poet and a peacemaker, his desire was to bring his message of peace to as many people as possible.

In Mattie’s words, “we must remember to play after every storm and to celebrate the gift of life as we have it, or else life becomes a task, rather than a gift. We must always listen to the song in our heart, and share that song with others.”


We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment.
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Just silent.
Silent for a moment.
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment.
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice.
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment.
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.

September 11, 2001
© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek

Black and White

black vs white

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006
written by an African Kid

When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black

When I go in Sun, I black

When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you gray

And you calling me coloured?