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Friday, December 27, 2013


Each blanket of hope
Is made with love
For each of the
Eighty five girls 
And boys who
Wrap themselves in
Fleece so warm,
Intricate colours
So bright, bringing
Happiness that soothes
The hearts so small.

Child Help Village
A place where
Dreams of HOPE
Brings security to
Each little child,
Along with the
Blankets they
Cuddle so tight,
A glint of thanks
Will be seen in
Their eyes.

All they want
Is to be given
A second chance,
To be loved, warm
When the coldness
Of winter comes;
Hear the silent tears
Of one child
Who shivers in the night
Who when given a
Blanket of Hope
Can be warm, safe,
With no more tears.

Through the kindness
Of all who
Shared in this
Beautiful venture of Hope
Eighty-five children
Will now be warm
To snuggle in comfort
With their
Blanket of Hope
Put together by so
Many loving hands.

To all that were
Able to make
It possible to buy
The pieces of fleece
Shows the love
They feel within
Their hearts,
This is what
It is all about
This time of year
Giving to those
In need, to put
A smile on a
Little one’s face
Is the greatest
Gift of all.

Mary Graziano©

November 6, 2013
Title by Mary Elizabeth Bullock
Picture By Michal Madison

What a great success was the Blanket of Hope for the So. California Childhelp America Village that Butterfly Dreams Abuse Recovery Blog Talk Radio fundraiser. The goal of 85 blankets was made thanks to those who contributed to this great fundraiser. Now 85 children will soon be warm and snug in their fleece blankets.
This is a poem/song that I wrote for my dear friend Patricia Mcknight.  The first 3 chapters from her memoir of her life of abuse from 'MY JUSTICE." Dancing Blue Eyes..If you haven't read this book, please do, and see how abuse hurts so bad and stays with you for the rest of your life.  Trish lived through this, and is now a survivor/warrior and a fabulous inspirational person, and shows us that you can move forward from living a life from abuse.  Never give up..ever...


Monday, December 9, 2013

No Tears for My Father

Viga Boland presents to us No Tears For My Father, a true story of incest. Her memoir about the life she endured, the secrets that were kept about the incest, abuse and cruelty that took place by the hands of her so called “father” a Jekyll and Hyde personality, a “typical” family life that everyone thought they led. Who would have guessed the secrets that she had hid inside herself.
As I read through Viga’s book, I had to stop reading it and put it down, because I could relate to things said and done in the book. Take your time reading, and leave it for a while if you feel it may trigger you.
Brainwashed to believe she was ugly, never to be loved by anyone but her father. Horrific abuse that spanned what seemed a lifetime. Viga’s past kept her a prisoner of her father’s cruelty beyond words, shaming her to believe that she was a whore, not worth anything.
He controlled her every move, her very being, nowhere was she safe she knew he was always watching, even if he wasn't right there. He stole her heart, her soul; she had nothing to give to anyone. She, in his eyes became his wife; her mother was now the child that he only tolerated. Viga was his choice to be his sex toy, his to do as he pleased. Her life was a closed book, not able to escape his clutches, seeing him change right before her eyes, fury took over him if she so much as looked at a boy.
Viga portrays her father just the way he was, a monster, who destroyed her will as a young child and as an adult. All that she ever wanted and dreamed of he destroyed. She lived in fear, not wanting to upset him, always obeying.
Why does Viga call her memoir “No Tears For My Father?” Well, you will just have to read the book to find out the answer to that. Her poetry and prose added a suburb touch to the book, letting you visualize even more what happened. It is her life, the story of her past nothing else needs to be added to the story, it is a story that gives others encouragement that they too can move on, away from the past that kept them prisoner.
You can purchase a copy of Viga’s book from her Thank you Viga for sharing with the readers the horrors of your past, a place you no longer reside.