MOTHERS

Mothers…
The soul creation of GOD.
Man’s companion in life.
Bearer of his children.
Faithfulness as his wife.
A comforter to the souls
Of men and young children.
As Mary is given to Jesus,
So is His will now done.

The pure love and easing comfort,
A woman with a smile.
When a young man’s at war,
She’s with him across the miles.
Stand up, be glad, and rejoice.
Give respect to your mother.
A woman gave birth to you,
So that she may love another.

Embraced by a woman’s power
When you are insecure,
It has to be a mother
When you find you feel so sure.
GOD bless the Lord for love
And giving it through a mother.
Is far better than a friend
Or any betraying lover.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: writing for the campus paper

For You, Mother

I love you, Mother.
I do not tell you often, but I do.
You are the woman who gave birth to me,
Who comforted me in the night,
Wiped my tears away,
And told me everything would be okay.

You are the woman who pleases my dad,
Who makes him happy,
And feels his void.
You make him smile.

A lady, you are, who has given me my siblings.
I thank GOD for you,
For I love my brothers and sisters,
Soul mates to grow with me,
And be on my side,
When mommy and daddy had to be a part
Of the grown up world.
Thank you for bearing them,
For bearing me,
For bearing to love us.
Thank GOD for my grandmother
Who did bear you,
And for all my motherly ancestors,
All the way back to Eve.

In special recognition, I thank the virgin Mary,
And praise GOD for her,
In deep love and appreciation for Jesus.
Surely no other mother could know the unselfish sacrificing,
For bearing a child, than Mary.
Jesus had the best.

My mother, I thank GOD again for you,
Simply because I mean it.
I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
May yours be as beautiful as your loving heart.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My mother Brenda L. King
And grandmother Mary F. Lance
Two wonderful women! ❤

Essence of Rebellion

Your vile deception, your tangled blood,
Your demonic web defies my love.
Deny the skin, disgust my flesh.
Your devious betrayal tortures my chest.
Hatred in beauty, pain in romance,
The depth of your death is lanced.
For whatever injustice your evil liars escape,
A conceited traitor will be faithfully two-faced.
The essence of rebellion is pathetic,
But slain at the heart, I love it.

4-26-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P.

Letter to Josephine Humphreys

Dear Josephine Humphreys,
Reading your novel excerpt brought me an image of a woman who is being used by her husband and doing nothing about it, except maybe taking it out on herself. I could see her laying in bed with her eyes closed, pretending she was asleep, as she listened to him dress and leave, and sometimes, when it was safe, opening her eyes, but not moving, or speaking, or anything, just listening and thinking. What pain this woman must be in to just lifelessly let her heart just slip away. It certainly must be routine, if she doesn’t move because she knows where he’s going. I have been in this situation with fiances, who were seeing my best friends. When you know there’s no proof and there’s nothing you can really do, you know you’re wasting your energy, energy you need to survive with while waiting on him to change, but knowing he will never change. I must let you know I feel for this woman, am angry at this woman, and understand this woman. I could defend her actions.
I sympathize with the woman when “she marvels at the single,” thinking of how “their bodies and clothing and cars are bright” and “they don’t have husbands in love with single girls.” and not only that, she is haunted by Claire, “the girl… who is lovely, whose teeth… eyelashes and hair shine,” and is “energetic.” It’s so easy to be intimidated by youth, beauty, and life, even when you have your own great qualities. This wife has every reason to feel down, but at the same time should at least defend herself. She does have the husband still in her house, her bed, her life, and the life of the children they conceived together. The mistress, Claire, has a job and great sex, that’s not a lot. That’s nothing compared to what the wife has. If there is one thing I’ve learned in life, it is to never let anyone take me down, especially someone who is intentionally hurting me. That is what Claire is doing, and giving up gives Claire an edge over the wife with insecurity, an edge that even the husband hasn’t given Claire because he’s still living at home with the wife and kids.
What surprised me at one point, was Will’s’ mother, Marcella. She knew, but didn’t confront her son. She even told the daughter-in-law first, as well as withheld it from her son that she knew, and that she told Alice. Usually, it is the precious momma’s boy that is confronted, to see if it’s a fling, if it’s trash, if she’s better than what he already has, or to simply find out just what’s going on. If the mother-in-law likes the wife, she usually doesn’t tell her (the wife) in hopes the couple will work it out, so the wife won’t leave. If she doesn’t, she usually keeps it to herself to give her son the room and freedom to play, to maybe fall in love again, get the mistress pregnant, or maybe to know something that her daughter-in-law doesn’t know about the husband, something that would only hurt the wife even more while the mother-in-law smiled. It was comforting to see this mother-in-law was honest with her daughter-in-law for good reasons, and trying to help her with encouragement.
This can be a major reason education is so important for a woman or a man. Though society paints a perfect picture of the “perfect marriage,” the “perfect family,” and the “American dream,” life teaches us reality, that there is no guarantee for no one man, woman, marriage, family, or soul. It is an education that gives us our skills and knowledge, as well as our personal growth, to support ourselves, so that we can survive the loss of our other half (our husband), our children, our lives (though we still have a whole new one waiting.) Education can be the key to getting past the heartache, helping pass the time, learning to start again, to rebuild, and to succeed. We can be shown we can make it on our own, that we have a lot offer us, not pain. This is something we can educate our children with as I do my son Anthoni.
I truly enjoyed your story and in the future would like to finish reading your novel, simply to see what happens, and how everyone feels when all is said and done. Compelling and enchanting, I am thoroughly moved by this simple small piece. It is an universal issue that all women, and yes, some men can relate to, being betrayed, by someone you love, someone you trust, and someone you gave your life to. May your days be filled with God, love, and beauty, and just in case this is a true story, if he (the husband) leaves, he’s an idiot, and you’re better off. You deserve better. If he stays, I told you, the mistress has nothing until he leaves. That is why he doesn’t leave because he knows she has nothing. Either way, you’re still a great woman regardless of what a man does to you. It doesn’t take a man to make you who you are, it only takes you. Only you can make it happen. Believe in yourself!

Thoughtfully and Sincerely Yours,
Gail Brookshire

4-15-1994 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Eng152 D1 Taught by L.J.

A Portrait of My Lover

This is the way to live, to love, to be.
This is a way to bleed.
This is a way to kill yourself
And give the villain your help.
Standing in his spotlight,
You give him the right to insight
Of what makes you breathe and tick.
This is the way to enjoy the sick.
What would be an easy way
To find an escape… far away?
Surely you don’t want to really flee.
This is the only way to let your lover be.
Try, cry, and die again.
This is the way to your end.
Welcome!

4-14-1994 Thursday
Written by Miss Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P. This particular day E.N. was substituting.

Thursday’s Thesis

Though I thoroughly enjoy thumbing
Through a man’s nerves,
I think that it is thoughtful
To thank him for his work.
Throw him three thousand thimbles
And ask him to try that thing on.
He’s sure to try a thigh,
Or maybe the thought of those
Who are willing to compromise.

That’s thoughtless!
The thorn of thick thresholds!
For what the evil asketh of the wicked,
Has more to hold.
Thumb it up?
No- thumb it down.
The thought
Could bring you down,
Or take you under.
Then thunder.
That that’s that.

4-7-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P.

And This Is The Way

To love
To live
To death
To give in
To surrender
To conquer
To be humiliated
To survive
To be the survivor
To let the evil have its way
To bring the evil its ending day
To save each other
To save ourselves
To be alone
To be of life
To be anything you want
To be everything
To be nothing
Not to care
Not to love
Not to live
Not to share
Not to be.
This is the way to leave…
Exit!

4-12-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class, Spring 94
Taught by E.P.