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      ISBN 978-5-0053-5276-7

      Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

      I Am Alive

      Climate Change and Other Natural Disasters

      Galina Nelson’s poetry 20012—2020

      My Special Support Team:

      Mr. Ryan L. Nelson (the Master)

      Ms. L-Da Wild (the Musician, the Model and the Yoga Teacher),

      Ms. Angelina Petrichenko (Angie),

      Ms. Peyton Pratte,

      & my sweetheart, my princess Ms. Anna Nelson (Annie).

      Copyright ® Galina Nelson

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2020924962

      Published: Janesville, WI, USA 2021

      Written: in travels, during years 2012—2021

      Dedication

      For Ryan, who always loves me,

      who always is in my dreams,

      For our daughters,

      who never stopped believing,

      For our friends,

      who never gave up on us,

      For us.

      With you, my gray days are brighter;

      My falls are softer;

      My fails are insignificant;

      My success is incredible.

      You are my kingdom,

      You are my grace

      My love, My heart, My faith.

      Foreword

      I was writing since my early childhood because I was in love with words – with art of language – at that time (and, sometimes, now) it seemed to me magical.

      However, I was not ambitious, – I had low self-esteem. I gave up on writing and almost gave up on myself when I was a teenager.

      Now, all of a sudden – I am writing again. If one person not because of a duty or academic assignments suddenly starts to write poetry, we shall know, that person is in love. The person who wrote poetry included in the book is I, Galina Nelson and of course, I am in love, it is true.

      I was also through a lot of pain and hurt and if someone says to you that there was enough drama on my plate to turn one into a hater, you shall know, it is also true. Fortunately, love is stronger and more powerful than hate and this is the reason I did not turn into a hater. I am in love, – with my country – USA, with my daughters – Anna and Angelina, with my man, their father – Ryan Nelson, with our family and friends, with our Creator.

      As you understood, my life was not easy during past few years. I could not be with my children and husband as much as they and I needed, due to extremely unfortunate circumstances. Often, I spoke to my family through my writing, through the power of written word.

      My poetry is coming from my heart. Love is healing, love is powerful – yes, and I hope my poems can reflect and share the power with you – and heal our world, word by word, little by little.

      Climate Change And Other Natural Disasters

      (reflections on the reality)

      My Vow

      In all the grief and sorrow of my days

      Away from sunshine of my daughters’ smiles,

      Away from breath of our everyday,

      From our «Hellos», from our «Good Byes»,

      From all the kisses we could have

      From all the fun and joy that we could share,

      There were the poems that I gave

      To them, to tell that I do care,

      So, they could read away from me, and know —

      For them there is my love, my hope and my vow.

      My Daughters

      My daughters are made

      Of sunshine kisses;

      They are made of prayers and blessings;

      And in all their shades,

      When it seems no blissing, —

      My daughters are made

      Of all beautiful things!

      My daughters are made

      Of dances and music;

      They are made

      Of kinship and mercies;

      And when melody fades,

      When the weather is grew-sick,

      My daughters are made

      Of strengthening graces!

      My daughters are made

      Of blooming and rising;

      They are made

      Of lavishing showers;

      And when oceans are arid

      And a raindrop is amazing,

      My daughters are made

      Of all vigorous powers.

      My daughters are made

      Of blooming and rising;

      They are made

      Of lavishing showers;

      And when oceans are arid

      And a raindrop is amazing,

      My daughters are made

      Of all vigorous powers!

      Mother’s Love

      When in a popular salon

      She grew her nails to half-inch long,

      She smiled at her reflection

      To contribute perfection,

      And then went on, to conquer world

      Without little doubt thought

      And met a stranger at the street, —

      Her clothes was all crap and freak

      Her face was wrinkled from the weather

      Her legs were swollen, bruised and weathered,

      She fastened steps, – it could be danger!

      The beggar could be a contanger!

      Her car was not so far away,

      She ran to benefit her way,

      Unfortunately, stepped on stone

      She stumbled, fell, her shoe was thrown

      Off

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