Mriana
Location: United States
Traditions: Christianity, Humanism
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Freethinking is thinking for yourself, unconstrained by deference to tradition or authority. ~ John B. Hodges I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think. ~ Sacrates

What I'm About

Before Gene Roddenberry died, he told his fans, "Above all think for yourself". I think for myself and hope to get others think too. I also strive to show compassion and love, and try to give others human dignity. I see reason, compassion, love... more

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For My Mother

Four years ago

You were in a fight for your life

Stage three and a lump as big as a grapefruit.

That Christmas was the worst one that I can remember

For all of us

But it was hardest on you

For you lost a part of yourself.

 

While you felt alien after surgery

We wanted to cry

Tears of fear and tears of joy

Tears of sorrow and tears of thankfulness.

Good and experienced doctors made you better

And thanks to God

Breast cancer did not take you away from us.

 

And every day we thank Him that you are still here

To share many more Christmases with us

And many more new years and birthdays.

With a lot of help

You won the fight

And you are still here

To share your story of triumph and love.

For My Mother

Four years ago

You were in a fight for your life

Stage three and a lump as big as a grapefruit.

That Christmas was the worst one that I can remember

For all of us

But it was hardest on you

For you lost a part of yourself.

 

While you felt alien after surgery

We wanted to cry

Tears of fear and tears of joy

Tears of sorrow and tears of thankfulness.

Good and experienced doctors made you better

And thanks to God

Breast cancer did not take you away from us.

 

And every day we thank Him that you are still here

To share many more Christmases with us

And many more new years and birthdays.

With a lot of help

You won the fight

And you are still here

To share your story of triumph and love.

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Mriana Brinson
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The Child I Love

The Child I love

Backward and untouchable

Looks like any other child

But upon closer look

There's something different about him

 

He's not your usual child

For he lives in two worlds

His own and ours

Yet he's not fully in ours

But only physically

 

Try to hug him

And his world turns upside down

As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life

Or an Earthquake shook his world

He does not desire physical affection

Yet he appreciates praise

 

This child of mine

I long to hug

And have the hug returned

I wish to be in the same world

He in mine and me in his

 

That will never be

For it seems he can't be reached

To be hugged or be understood

Nor will he hug or understand

There is a world far bigger than his

Maybe one day he'll seek out this world

 

Maybe one day

He'll come to me

And hug me

Just because he loves me

 

Maybe one day

I can hug him

Just because I love him

 

Maybe one day

We can share each other's joys and sorrows

Maybe one day we can share our two worlds

And others can share theirs with him

The Child I Love

The Child I love

Backward and untouchable

Looks like any other child

But upon closer look

There's something different about him

 

He's not your usual child

For he lives in two worlds

His own and ours

Yet he's not fully in ours

But only physically

 

Try to hug him

And his world turns upside down

As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life

Or an Earthquake shook his world

He does not desire physical affection

Yet he appreciates praise

 

This child of mine

I long to hug

And have the hug returned

I wish to be in the same world

He in mine and me in his

 

That will never be

For it seems he can't be reached

To be hugged or be understood

Nor will he hug or understand

There is a world far bigger than his

Maybe one day he'll seek out this world

 

Maybe one day

He'll come to me

And hug me

Just because he loves me

 

Maybe one day

I can hug him

Just because I love him

 

Maybe one day

We can share each other's joys and sorrows

Maybe one day we can share our two worlds

And others can share theirs with him

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Mriana Brinson
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Mriana Brinson
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