Among The Noble Hearts – A Reflection

This poem titled Among The Noble Hearts was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 193 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem Among The Noble Hearts consists of five stanzas with six lines each…The featured Image I choose for this reflection is a birthday floral arrangement I ordered for my soon to be eighty six year old elderly mother…I created my own artistic featured photograph showcasing the creative birthday message for my beloved soon to be eighty six year old elderly feisty Irish Mammy…I will now quote from Akiane’s poem from the last two stanzas which captures the message of this poem…I will however also open with the first two of the first stanza….”I gather bitter flowers just for myself,” Leaving out the rest of the poem I will quote as follows…”You could not take me so you steal my chains…Today they are your city—-Release me…I do not have the right to live among the noble hearts. I got acquainted with the last road, and destination is blazing my eyes. I perished twice, but have not lived once. Behind barbwires—the scars of lies.” Wow this poem is so profound and I am always consistently wowed by Akiane’s prose at such a young age…To me the I in this poem is the unborn child lamenting that behind the scars of the lies and deceit behind profane abortion laws billions are not allowed to live and become imprisoned in their own mother’s wombs which become unto billions of unborn holy innocent children deadly tombs…The unborn child laments that “I do not have the right to live among the noble hearts.” Wow very true…False warriors fight for women’s right under the soft speech or euphemism choice which serves cruel and merciless death sentences to unborn children billions around the world…The scars of the lies behind profane abortion laws are billions of murdered lifeless unborn children not allowed to live…My God my soon to be eighty six year old feisty Irish Mammy thought nothing of birthing all eight of us…My mammy called her youngest child her “after dinner mint” she was so excited and thrilled to be with child again in her later years…My mammy was in her forties when she birthed her eight child…I have to share yet another amazing story with my readers…In my previous post I mentioned that I was inspired to call my feisty and yes difficult Irish mammy…Prior to that phone call whereby I learned that my mammy was in hospital for six days due to being ill…She had a UTI or Urinary Tract Infection…My mum is home now and back to her usual active self…With her eighty sixth birth day so close tis June 13th don’t ya know…I decided to purchase a modest gift card at the local store where my mum purchases her daily paper and stuff…I did this and informed my very grateful elderly mother…Who to her credit never asks me for a thing…I then figured out a way to order flowers also while observing the necessary social distancing…I ordered a floral bouquet that will look like this bouquet featured in this reflection…I also ordered two packages of four mint chocolates and one pack of four dark chocolates…I must share with you my readers the creative Happy Birthday Message that I wrote…I will quote that now…”Happy Birthday! From one of your eight mints. Your fifth child from Texas. Enjoy these eight mints for all eight of your mints plus four dark pieces of chocolate for all the trouble we caused ya!”…I have a wicked sense of humor and as I have healed from the darkness of my own past…I am able to show my elderly mother the gratitude and love she deserves despite serious problems in our home…When I called my feisty Irish mammy to wait until the next day to pick up both items…Both her gift card and the flowers…My feisty mammy got angry with me which I expected because she has not been well for years…My mammy yelled and I quote “Ah Jeysus Ya didn’t hafta do that.” A typical selfless feisty Irish response from my heroic selfless feisty elderly mother…I simply said mum you deserve these small gifts you will be eighty six soon and that is to be celebrated…She calmed down and thanked me as she always has when ever I did something kind…My mother’s anger was due to the fact that my mother never asks for anything in return for her heroic sacrifice in raising all eight of us…I dedicate this post to my soon to be eighty six year old feisty Irish mammy and I hope my readers will join me in wishing my beloved elderly mum a very happy and blessed eighty sixth birthday and many more birthdays to come…Life is not easy for many of us tis being kind no matter what that makes our world a better place…This morning while purchasing my favorite iced coffee treat…I paid for two random customers who with their permission allowed me the honor and privilege of being kind by paying it forward…One customer was an essential worker a black lady who was surprised by my kind offer and said to me “you must not be from here”…I said no ma’am I am from Ireland but folks here in Texas whom I do not know have been very kind and wonderful to me so if you do not mind…I would like to pay it forward…She accepted my kind gesture she beamed a warm smile and I told her to have a blessed day…The other customer was a male not sure of his race and I really do not care because kindness and being kind is universal…It does not matter who or what you are or where you come from…For under eight dollars I put smiles on my neighbor’s faces today…Strangers I may never see again who are my neighbors…The true Jesus Christ tells us to love our neighbors as ourselves…So I do this so help me God of life till my dying day…My feisty Irish mammy raised me well and I learned many valuable life’s lessons from both of my Irish parents…I also dedicate this post to my beloved deceased father may he rest in peace who taught me well by his excellent example of what being a committed husband and father means despite whatever problems arose in our family…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy a song I wrote for my beloved elderly mother titled 86…I also included a song I also wrote for my own beloved son for his twelfth birthday…My own mother and father taught me by their heroic example of raising in a very selfless manner eight children the value of human life and holy love which is sacrificial and hard…………Namaste…………

…………Happy birthday to a silent unspoken Heroine the female version of Hero my own beloved feisty Irish Mammy…………