Poetry: Unicorn Dreams

By Monica C. Voskamp

She was a beauty.

I tilted her chin up.

Last week’s scars had healed.

The body was such a magical thing.

She dusted off her hands

As she got up from her fall x 102.

She was a determined spirit

And had her eyes set on

Biking the family ride

To Auntie Kimmy’s house.

Mommy, look I can finally make it down

To the creek, I know how to ride my bike!!”

She hurried on with excitement,

“Then maybe next week we can go to

The woods and see my very first unicorn.

Mommy, can we please?!”

I smiled at the excited glowing eyes

Looking up at me.

Such vulnerable orbs

Full of unrealistic hopes and dreams.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her

That unicorns aren’t real…

But I didn’t stifle that magic

Shining from her eyes and soul.

Because someday my little girl

Would grow up and make her place

In this world.

And now I see every day

She lived fully believing

Nothing was really beyond reach

She saw a dream to chase

In every little thing.

It’s 20 years later,

And I’m smiling, remembering.

She found out the forest woods had

No unicorns at all,

Which she took in stride.

After a few moments of sad,

She raced that little 2 wheeler home,

Took out her huge drawing pad,

Sprawled out on the floor

And spent hours and hours

Drawing, colouring, creating.

Then she came to me and said,

See mommy, I wrote a story

About the unicorns that got lost

And no longer live here.

I made them a magical place

On all these pages so

They could have a home.”

She beamed in sheer delight,

 I admit I cried my eyes out

Agreed and thanked her

For giving the unicorns

A home.

I still cherish that moment,

The moment I knew

My little girl would grow up

And make a difference in this world.

And I watch with joy

As she paints unicorn dreams

In her own family and career.

But really it all started

Not as a full grown woman,

But as a 7 year old girl

Who believed in

Unicorn dreams.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Patricia Prudente on Unsplash

Poetry: Unprecedented Times

By Monica C. Voskamp

Can you give me a bed an ocean size?

I need a place to rest these tears.

Can you stretch the arms of heaven wide?

I need a power to hold me up.

It was light and then it was dark

I saw a flicker of hope and then

It quickly faded away.

I feel resolve, then uncertainty 

These are unprecedented times

Brave choices conflicting anxiety.

I don’t know who else

Is trying to smile while

Pouring out inner pain.

I don’t know who else

Is trying to be brave while

Pounding heartbeats afraid.

But I can only imagine so many

Are pooling beds of ocean tears

While praying for an angel’s hug.

I can only imagine so many

Are whispering prayers of hope

And welcoming peaceful thoughts.

These are unprecedented times it’s true

But the one thing you should know

I’m not giving up and neither are you.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💗

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@andriklangfield

Poetry: Tell Him a Message

By Monica C. Voskamp

Do you miss me the way I miss you

It’s only been a few days

But last week already feels

Like too many years ago.

Do you think of me

Before you sleep like I think of you?

Do you imagine me in your arms

Safe secure and feeling of home?

I miss you babe more than you can know.

And in my mind I’m holding you

And savouring the feeling

Of being in your arms again.

Do you miss me love

Like how I’m missing you?

I pray it’s not too much

For your heart to take.

And I know you’d think

This is a bit odd & strange

But every night I tell God

To keep you extra safe.

So once again here I am tonight

Fumbling awkward words to pray,

“Dear God, this is me …

You know who I am…

I just need  higher powers that be

To really look out for the ones I love

And also for all those struggling…

Give them new breathe, quite  literally.

We need your peace and healing help,

Deep hope and kindness especially now.

And I know this is seemingly small

But since I can’t tell him in person myself

Would you please tell my love a message?

Tell him I miss him so very very much.

Amen and Amen.”

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. 💕
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@benwhitephotography

Poetry: Almost

By Monica C. Voskamp

It was like a sea of ocean blue

The skies were that bright and vibrant

She could almost taste the freshness

Of a warm spring day


She smiled as she kept her head

Tilted up towards the tapestry

Of deep blues and puffy white clouds

Her eyes soaked in the vision

And she almost forgot her place in time.


She lingered in the freedom air

Inhaling deep the joy of the moment

After a few moments of mindfulness

She continued on her path

She had almost solved global chaos


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@benwhitephotography

Poetry: the Beautiful

By Monica C. Voskamp


You didn’t know

That road of tears you walked.

You didn’t know

That weight of grief you held.

You didn’t know that all would lead

You straight here to me.

You didn’t know the beautiful

That we both finally see.


You didn’t know

How many nights I prayed.

You didn’t know

How many times I cried.

You didn’t know how I stumbled

Through the dark parts of life.

You didn’t know the beautiful

How you and I complete.


You didn’t know

That sparkle in my eyes.

You didn’t know

That smile on your face.

You didn’t know the way we touch

Is like a sweet summer’s rain.

You didn’t know the beautiful

That our story would be.


Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash