Christina May Shanaberg

Ain't no Angels on earth. Just people trying to do their best. Christina had been on my mind lately. I tell people. When we read a ancient writer. We bring them back to life.

Christina May Shanaberg left  our world 8 June 2012. She was a friendly voice and friend on Writer Cafe. These are her poetry. We must allow her words to live so she will not be forgotten. I can’t ask for permission. Her face and name came to be lately.

 

My Life Has No Street

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg

MY LIFE HAS NO STREET

All streets are dead ends,

When you have no friends;

I just want a slice of hope

Or someone to help me cope.

I might have fallen away

From whom I was, yesterday;

Not knowing where to begin

Or, even, I can be alive again.

Can you see me, at all,

Or have I become so small;

My life has no street,

Just the alley of defeat.

Two Prints in the Snow

I turn to look at the two prints I, just, made;

Were they the first, at this spot, to be laid;

Am I seeing a perspective that none have known;

Knowing solitude, but never feeling alone.

Could this be virgin ground where I had stood,

Wondering about what is wrong with the world;

Then, I understand the meaning of each print,

‘Cause they are steps toward where I am meant.

I have learned much from people, along the way,

And respect every word that they are trying to say;

I’m sure, my friend, I am the first from these parts

To have stood on that ground with you in my heart.

 Merry Christmas, Bill, 

 and joy and comfort,

 always,

 Christina

 

 Ayarinarqe Ak’allar(aq)

 Nalik Uilingiataq

 (Desirable Old Tent

 Woman)

© 2011 Christina May Shanaberg

© 2011 Christina May Shanaberg

 

 

My Son Lost the War

You returned my son broken;

A young, sad war token;

What was my baby fighting to win;

Just a chance to see his mother again?!

Was it all about your oil;

Was grease your victory’s spoil;

My son watched his friends die

And all the nation wonders why.

Our country is not mad at anyone,

Unless it is you, Mr. President;

You try to spread your war like the flu,

However, we know what is your intent.

Leave our sons alone, I say;

They don’t want to take lives away;

My son is baffled in dismay,

Wondering what he fought for, anyway.

Can you give my baby back

Or, as a President, do you lack

To stand by whom carry the sore

Of your ridiculous, political war?!

 © 2011 Christina May Shanaberg

 

Christina had a hard life. She stood tall and brave. You can track back to her words by touchingPoems byChristina May Shanaberg.

When we read the words of a missed friend and writer. We bring them back to life. I remember you Christina. One day we will meet again. Drink coffee and discuss the mystery of life.

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

How sweet and touching for
you to do a tribute to your friend.


I do remember I had a friend on
here he was 18teen I think and was
in school studying to be a Lawler
I think I left writers café Because
he committed suicide he always
love my writing But I came back.

Don't remember his name but
I still remember him :(

Very Beautiful thank you
for sharing. Blessings Kindred Poet

[Coyote Poetry]

I can find out. I know of two people who committed suicide in four years. I have kept their e-mails. I will research tonight. She was a good woman. She is missed.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

Thank would be helpful I think his hair was blonde I just hope his Profile is sill on here may not be though. Yes I can that in your tribute. blessings Kindred poet

[Susie Q]

This a beautiful tribute to my daughter. I hope you read my tribute to her, NO TIME FOR GOODBYE. I miss her so much & I pray we will someday be together again. Thank you for your kindness, I will put this in my library!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. Thank you for for the response. Easy to be forgotten. This is why we must keep the kind and loving people alive in our hearts and never forgotten.

[Susie Q]

Thank you for keeping her memory alive & asking others to read her words. A very SPECIAL tribute.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a tribute you have posted here....yes, her words were beautifully written and an inspiration to many. May her memory be a blessing in your life. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know why. In my time in driving from going and coming from work. Her name came to my mind. She was a kind and sweet woman. We must keep alive the kind people we have known. Allowing her words to be read. Keep her alive.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. That was a great deed you have done and that is some wonderful poetry. As if prophetic...May God bless you and may He keep her in His mercy...:)......................

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. Christina was a good woman.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)..................

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

wow, these are absolutely wonderful, how kind of you

[Coyote Poetry]

She came to my thoughts a few days ago. She was a wonderful woman. Her death was quick to me. No-one knew she was sick. She wrote till the end. It is my honor to keep her name and words alive. Her site is still kept up by her mother.

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

in writing we stay :) as with memory

[RichGee]

Wow so much truth...so much pain...
So much of our youth lost to such unnecessary wars...
Christina May Shanaberg...you live on thru your words...
May you rest among your past loved ones in harmony...
Coyote Poetry, your are a special being.

[Coyote Poetry]

Christina was one of my first friends on the site. She was a kind voice and had a tender heart.

[RichGee]

Thanks to you I have had the pleasure of meeting her through her art.