By Debbie Moore-Black, RN

Nature’s Lullabye

I kept a little red book close to me. I wrote poetry.
It was November of 1974 and I did not know where my future life would be.
I was a lonely and sad neglected child. With a narcissistic mother and an executive father who moved up the business ladder quickly until his alcoholism caught up with him.

I remember the screaming, the fighting, watching my daddy run into the walls after he drank his gallon of wine.

I desperately wanted to go away to college but was told by my mother I would become a nurse and go to a local community college and stay at home.

My quiet peaceful place of serenity was the cottage my dad had built on a lake. I would go there to visit by myself to find peace and tranquility.

Months later, daddy lost his job, lost our lake cottage.
Alcoholism.
And I lived a continuous nightmare only to finally escape that house….

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“You’re fat and stupid and ugly” told repeatedly to me by my parents only led me to a dysfunctional marriage that was riddled with verbal abuse, neglect and frequent infidelities from my husband.

My saving Grace were my three children.

Today, I breathe in this crispy fall air and remember with wonderment the peace I once found in nature.

Here is my poem which I recently resurrected:

Nature’s Lullaby

By: Debbie Moore-Black, RN
11.16.1974

Peaceful splendor finds my soul
Hitting every tender feeling,
Finding every hurt.

Solitude asks me to join him.
What a perfect team we would be.

Breezing trees
Ruffled waters
Floating clouds
~a part of nature
~a part of God.

I am accepted
I am wanted

I and nature hold each other
And join to fit
a part of His world.

Silence like a spreading vine
Cradles my mind
And we are a forever lasting unity.

We are One.