Biography of Rose Falcone
From NY to Ft. Lauderdale to Tallahassee, FL and three beautiful children later, I'm still standing, heart healed with God's grace. Now they are grown and I'm going home again....just not sure where 'home' is...guess I will have to see where my heart lands. I've gone from high school teacher to mental health therapist, working trauma, substance abuse and eating disorders with mostly adolescent girls. Always a work in progress myself, I surrender, for I was never in control in the first place.
Please take the time to read if you will and let me know if something sparks your interest or touches you somehow.
Rose Falcone Poems
MOTHER AND SON
My son I am here I cannot protect you From the world.
DEAD BEAT DAD
Do you know what you’ve done To the children you shun Their sweet hearts you have broken With the words you have spoken
Come a little closer baby I need to breathe you in Come a little closer darlin’ I need to feel your skin
MOTHER TO DAUGHTERS
My sweetest darling dears how oft Ive shed some tears looking upon your faces remembering tender embraces
To My Daughter As She Graduates From Hig...
When you were born it was an instant love affair I rocked you, swaddled you, sang to you, Read to you and walked you round and round We played and learned together.
Many years have passed, With feelings deeply buried. Your incredible persistence abounding, You find me after all this time.
Dont underestimate the power of prayer Miracles can happen anywhere With faith the size of a mustard seed Oh, it'll happen, it will happen indeed.
Faith Hope Love Faith prevails
Too bad you didn’t think Before you went and spoke Too bad you don’t have a clue of the conflict you provoke
End of Love
You’re so angry Tension palpable Afraid to feel Afraid to be
NOON TIME LOVE
A hand touches the small of my back. By your gentle touch I know it is you. You turn me around, caress my cheek. Strong arms fold me in.
My heart physically aches My body, it quakes Awful loss that I feel
Birthdays come and go Another day Another year What’s really to fear?
Impulse strikes hard and fast Problems and issues of the past Remain unsolved And yet