Stephanie J. DeMartino
Biography of Stephanie J. DeMartino
I grew up in Southbridge, Massachusetts but am originally from Boston.
I always loved to write. I remember when I was around 8 or 9, I wrote this wacky story about a family of bunnies and their adventures. I was so proud of that story. I loved escaping into a story and finding out what happened next. I used to read during school and my Social Studies teacher would say to the class, if only Stephanie was as interested in her Social studies as she is with that book about horses.. Ya, well, I still maintained a B average so all was not lost.
I began writing poetry more extensively after the death of my Mother as a way to help me cope with the grief of losing her and also of coping with not having my Father anymore either. He passed a week after my daughter was born. Talk about double shock. Have a baby, lose a parent. I'm surprised I didn't fall into a deep dark hole never to come out again. I have my daughters to thank for that. Kids really do keep you going.
I know what the pain of losing your Mom feels like. I tell people who haven't lost their Mom yet that they don't know the type of pain and what if feels like till it happens to them. It's indescribable. The words will come to me out of no where sometimes and I have to stop what I'm doing and scramble to write it all out. Afterwards, I read it back to my self and am amazed that I wrote that and feel a little better about it all but still wish she was here instead. The memories of our times together are what I hold onto the most. I pray I never forget them.
I'm your typical suburbanite with two kids, a mortgage, and a great guy for life. We're two swans paddling our way through life together. Weathering the storms and embracing the good times and holding on for as long as we can to them.
Someday, I would really love to have one of my poems published. Till then, I've found a home for them here.
Stephanie J. DeMartino Poems
We all grieve differently Some grieve quietly Solemn in their grief not wanting To show their pain
They say hope dies last I believe this to be true When I have nothing left to believe in Hope gives me the courage to hold on
Are You There?
Hello, are you there? How am I supposed to look forward to each day? How am I supposed to live and be happy? You’re not here with me
What Are We Barbarians?
Why are some of us always willing to help others while some of us are more concerned with themselves?
Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Praying
Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Praying Another breath per minute taken Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Praying Will this one be her last?
For My Dad
It’s been 10 years, where has the time gone? This is so wrong You should’ve been here to see us grow and live Be part of family events that you used to love to attend and to give
As Long As You Remember
He said sadly, I have a hole in my heart I said, I know He said, It feels like a piece of me is missing I said, Me too
Remember when you used to talk out loud about all you wanted to accomplish still? You would say, I'm going to do this like this and I'm going to go there I used to say jokingly, don't talk into the air, it annoys me You would say to me, someday you'll miss me talking into the air
There once was a Man who asked and asked and asked his girlfriend for money all the time Each time he needed to buy this or that His Girlfriend was killing herself working two jobs Working hard to provide a life for her family
Friends could be your family, your companions, your childhood buddies or new ones that you make along the way Your friends know you better than you know yourself Friends don't care about the mistakes you make in life They know that you're not perfect.
As I sit here wondering what to do I am reminded about the times I spent with you You were always there to listen to me But now you're gone and I have no one to talk to
Searching For Salvation
I'm searching for Salvation Have you seen it lately? The saving from difficulty, danger, and evil I don't think it's here with us anymore
He took her in his arms She languished in his embrace His kiss was as pure as a first snowflake Of a first snowfall
Mom And Me
We, together talking all the time about stuff in general Always in sync never out of mind Mom and me Laughter, good times, we had the best
What Are We Barbarians?
Why are some of us always willing to help others
while some of us are
more concerned with themselves?
Why are some of us always ready to answer the call
when called upon while others are more concerned
with the time it would take away from their own lives?
Why are some of us never judgemental while some of us