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Poem: Mother (2)

Three children sit at the mahogany dinner table

Legs too short to reach the ground

The sun skips through the blinds

The fish tank hums in the corner

Rainbow gold fish swim rapidly


Mother sits tall

Construction paper and glue sticks

Dance around coloring pencils

Smiles bounce of each other

Music coos in the background as 45’s spin


School is out

But house camp has started

Mascot chosen

This year flamingos take flight

Each child draws their depiction of the pink bird


Feathers cut from tiny paper scraps

Mother, she nods in approval

Satisfaction in her response.

“Good job babies”

Arts and craft time ends,


Lessons begin-

History lessons and recess

Playground becomes a fort

Hostages near the stone circle…

Save the gi joes and barbies


Covered in brown dirt

Soiled linens crawl through the grass

Scrapes on knees and elbows dry from rough play

Siblings finding their way back to the back porch in time for lunch

Wash hands and freshen


Cant open the fridge until clean

Mother laughs as each child runs to the bathroom

On the second story

Of the home… noisy

Glass door slams as last child lingers.


Midday in Summer always changes

Though each day stamping itself

Into the hearts of Mother’s harmony

She sings a lullaby

Places the last piece of bread on top of the bologna


Light mayo, no crust…

Children rush the table again

It is here they break in prayer and devour a half days work

And play…

It is here that the teachings are given


And mother is proud of her young.



Consuelo Hill My mother, My Best friend~ An Icon

This morning I was woke out of my sleep by my own voice calling for my mother~ I heard no response. I thought to myself~ my mother is late to work oh no I over slept. I called again~ MOOOOMM! Nothing. again I called MOM! Silence! My heart began to rush a bit in the stillness. I thought no~ I will go to the steps she can’t hear me way up here. MOM~ nothing~ maybe she left~but how could she w/ no alarm~ I was supposed to be her alarm~.Mom! Mom! Mom! I run down the stairs only to stop at the bottom of the steps~ preparing myself for the worst~ I just knew something was not right~It’s 7:22 I just knew~I tell myself to I turn the corner ~ if not~ I rush into the kitchen and look out the bay window~ NO CAR! Thank you God! A breath of relief escapes my lungs~ The fear that had rushed through me enough to wake me up for the day~had subsided, yet it propelled me to write.

I have to learn to cherish my mother more than I have lately. Her body is not what it used to be ~though through God she is healed~. I just don’t want to think of what I would do without my mom. So today, I am taking the opportunity to honor my mother w/ love. She has gone w/o for so much for me. Times she sent me money and skipped a bill to help me out or came to NC just to make sure I was ok when I had a trip out moment over life coming my way. What a woman. She taught me how to live how to be a woman. Here at 25, I am finally molding out correctly  if you will, beginning to retrace my roots. The roots she planted in me. THe roots that stretch out and support love and cherish the ones you love. The roots that grow out towards success. The roots that ground the tree that I am now growing into~ firmly rooted in life~ She always said I was a mirror image of her own life. I used to say man what can I do differently— but now I realize by having life freely I stepped into the same woman she became~ a Queen! She gave me my royalty.

I love you mom

I love you mom

I love Consuelo D. Hill. To the world she is a music teacher . Voices of Glory vocal teacher. A musician. A professional singer. An actress. A daughter. A Queen, but to me she is Mom~ a friend~ my best friend. I have been able to live a privileged life. No worries. I must learn to enjoy it while it is here, yet not neglect that I too must  stand on my own one day~ She is my angel. I know. Not many mothers would do for their kids what mine does for me in today’s world. I am blessed. I hate (yes I do) that she is not recognized for her greatness to the community~ as the icon that she is~. She has put Newburgh, NY on the map~ but you don’t hear it~ like a forgotten Navy vet, she is passing through the ranks of time ~ teaching our youth some for generations. Hudson Valley we must step up and begin to acknowledge our diamonds. She is rare~ she goes out of her way and above all that is asked of her in the community and in my life. I can blog about her or write poems and plays but it is you ~ that can make a difference too!

My Queen Mother~

My Queen Mother~

So, I am so glad that my mom managed yet again to do what she had to in order to survive(wake up w/o my alarm lol)~ but I do pray that not just I will over sleep on her life~ Think on it~ If you never met her~ you are missing a jewel in your life. I love you mom~ *sorry for oversleeping Tee hee* You are a great mom, a wonderful teacher and yes~ An Icon. Today I cherish your being~ Peace Queen~

Mom and V.O.G.

Mom and V.O.G.

Peace Love and Enlightenment~

Luvleeh aka Leandrea~

I love you mom~

I love you mom~

Thank you for teaching me how to love life in spite all odds~You are beautiful and you love me unconditionally~ not all people can say that about there mom w/o questioning~ I don’t question you show me daily~ and I love you~ I cannot let another day pass where I don’t let you know it daily~Peace