Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  Canva AI Image My Parent’s Advice   Don’t go around picking  Everyone’s noses  You don’t want to be friends  With someone who bulldozes  If a man buys you flowers  You deserve roses Don’t date a musician  Who only composes  You can’t climb the ladder  Without using the stairs Not every person  Is someone who cares We’re all made up different  Like apples and pears  Always offer a smile  To someone who glares  We will welcome you home  If you need an embrace  Go travel the world  And explore every place  Good friends are precious  They’re hard to replace  And you’ll always be more  Than your beautiful face  Enjoy the ride  You don’t have to race  Shorten your stride  And set your own pace  Nobody’s perfect  So offer them Grace  Stand up to bullies  Who tear people down  Make sure to straighten  Everyone’s crown Learn to laugh mo...

Canva AI Image The Strength of a Woman Have you ever met a woman Who you didn’t think was strong? She fights all her own battles And can admit when she is wrong. The things her body goes through From pregnancy to birth. And how she loves her children With everything she’s worth. Don’t forget her menstrual cycle The monthly ebb and flow. Yeast infections, UTI’s And some things you’ll never know. Can you imagine all the emotions A woman feels throughout the day? Happy, sad, thankful, mad There’s such a vast array. This doesn’t scratch the surface Of all the struggles a woman must go through. A wife, a sister, a daughter, a mom Praise all she does for you! With the love of a good woman Who puts her faith in you. You’ll find she also lends her strength So there's nothing you can’t do. Tell her thanks. Show her love And don’t let her forget. That there’s strength in every woman But she’s the strongest you have met! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.22.2025

  Canva AI Image Because Of Him I’ve learned to block the bad emotions  Whenever they do creep  I no longer allow myself to feel  Anything that deep  My eyes are finally dry  When once they’d only weep  Now I am the lion  And not a willing sheep  No longer in the shadows  In light I show my face  Once controlled by sadness  With strength I did replace   I used to always run  But I have learned to chase  The happiness that’s out there  Meant for my embrace  In a mind where all my trauma  Was continuously replayed  My son became my power  With the love that he displayed  Together in the sunlight  He pulled me from the shade The love between a mother and son  Is the strongest ever made  So thankful for the bond we share  In this life I wouldn’t trade  Because of him, I’ve finally healed And now I’m not afraid  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar...

Canva AI Image THE TWENTIES I THOUGHT I MISSED (Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to - Poetry Prompt) Is it true? Are they over? Is it time to say goodbye? Thirties knocking on my door and I think I’m gonna cry. My twenties were the best years of my whole adult life. Yeah fine. I didn’t marry and become somebody’s wife. I’ll do that next year. I’ll have more than enough time. Right now there is a mountain that I must try my best to climb. But I miss my twenties. Although the memories are blurred. From all that time spent drinking at loud bars where you’re not heard. So what?! Thought I’d be married with kids by twenty five. Instead I partied most night's and felt ‘oh so’ alive! Wait. Now that I’m thinking. My life had yet begun. I started living my best life the year I had my son. Thirty six. I’d go back and be with baby Jax one more time. Hold him in my arms. Read him one more nursery rhyme. Smell his powder fresh hair. Marvel...

My Son - The Key I often have to ask myself, am I truly happy? Sometimes the answer is yes, and I become a little sappy. But sometimes the answer is no, and I’m barely getting by. It seems to have the same outcome and I again begin to cry. So I guess I should be asking, why it always turns to tears? And am I wasting my life away, over the past several years? But am I? Because I have an amazing son, who completes me in every way. He fills my heart entirely and consumes my every day. So in the end I finally decide that he is the main key. To how I’ve grown and blossomed and become so damn happy. ❤️ Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025  

  MOMMY (Trigger Warning) Abortion (From A Baby’s Point Of View) I know that man hurt you, Three months ago. That I’m a surprise, And you’re starting to show. But please don’t keep walking, And go through that door. I just want to stay. I want nothing more. Mommy! Mommy! You’re scaring me! Please don’t do this! Please hear my plea! I know you’re just trying, To find an escape. From the memories of Your horrible rape. And this isn’t the best, Of circumstance. But I beg you, Mommy! Just give me a chance! You think I’ll only remind you, Of that nightmarish night. You feel alone and afraid. You’re in fight or flight. But I promise you now. That I’ll give you strength. Please don’t give up. Don’t go to this length. Don’t walk through that door. Please don’t give in. Please let me exist. Let my life begin. Mommy! Mommy! You’re turning around! You’re changing your mind! You’re standing your ground! You’re not giving in. You’re not gonna run. I thank you and promise… I’ll be the best son. ...

  Don’t Blink - An Original Poem By Eryn Dunbar ©️ I recently had someone say, “Don’t Blink”. The years pass by, faster than you think. He’ll be a teenager before you know it. Of course he still loves you. Just doesn’t show it. How is it possible? I’m both proud and depressed. We’re growing apart. It’s making me stressed. Want him to be self-reliant. But please still need me. Knowing that one day soon, I’ll end up lonely. Love watching him grow. He gives me a purpose. But then I am weak, when old memories resurface. Hard to loosen my grip and break this hold. He’s a teenager. I’m fifty years old. But I want him to succeed. I just want more time. I don’t think holding on is really a crime. I know I can do it. Where there’s a will there’s a way. I can get stronger, day by day. Will it be hard? Yes... No... Maybe. Because even when he’s grown, he will always be my baby. I look forward to the day when I can buy him a drink. But till that day comes, I just won’t blink. Poetry Written B...

MY PLACE IS AT YOUR SIDE What a blessing you have been Such a gift from up above Healing all my pain Surrounding me with love You have promised me forever You said it with such pride I’m giving you my heart And my place is at your side This is only the beginning Of our happily ever after Our future’s filled with love And decades of pure laughter And children running around With their silly little chatter Our life will be a book A tribute in every chapter So I just want to thank you Because what we have is real I never knew love like this before And the way that it should feel Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar

She cocked her eyebrow, inadvertently  A knowing grin creased her face Carefully considering her next activity   T'was another day to practice grace The morning chores were all done The children's breakfast was completed Children fed and prepared for outdoor fun The mornings dishes had been attended Just the right time for a morning respite To sit outside and listen to the breaking day Enjoying a quiet peaceful moment   Alas, the traffic noises no longer at bay With pen in hand, and paper aside Considering her weekend list of chores She wrote her list, watching the pen glide It'll be a challenge to pass thru all the doors Charging forward with confidence & grace Attacking her list and completing each task The day passed fast, as she visited each place Imagining a completed list, she had another glass of wine Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar Reply Forward Add reaction

Dancing around to the song in our head Knowing we should be heading to bed. We’ve finally found peace, we’re beginning to thrive Look at our smiles, we feel so alive. Finding our place…in this world that we live  Willing to share, we’ve got so much to give. Ready to nurture myself and my son  Spoil him rotten, my only one. He is my whole world, the good and the bad Just the two of us now, I’m a blessed Mom and Dad. He’s getting so big, maturing so fast The love that we share, outweighing our past. Going to grow, make our relationship strong  Strive for the best, admit when we’re wrong. He’ll always come first, in my heart and my soul  I’ll always love him, never give up my role. Forever my world, he’s my one and only Forever his mom, he will never be lonely. Dancing around to the song in our head Finally ready, we’re heading to bed. Poetry Written By,  Eryn Dunbar An Original Poem Copyright (c) June 2024