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: Work So Hard

By Monica C. Voskamp


Work so hard just to

Create a space where you feel



Work so hard just to

Pretend everyday that you are



Work so hard just to

Prove to everyone you are



Work so hard just to

Hope to God you won’t come



Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/collections

Poetry: A Thousand Steps of Faith

By Monica C. Voskamp

Come, just one more. ”

I protest, “Didn’t you see

How many steps I took

All of yesterday?!”

“Come,” you say

“Just one more today

One foot forward is

All  you need to take.”

You gently wait

Till I nod and agree.

We breathe in hope 

More than we can see. 

I do what’s possible 

And you do the same.

Together we paint a sunrise 

A thousand steps of faith.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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

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: Clarity

By Monica C. Voskamp

It was crazy.

Chaos was everywhere.

Life was a living nightmare.

Her skin was cold from the pelting rain.

Her clothes were worn from the long journey.

Her boat was rattled from the nightmare tsunami.

Nothing was different but everything changed

When she woke up to the sound of clarity.

She saw herself taking a worthwhile trip.

She saw herself living life with meaning.

She saw herself exploring,

A whole new world.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash