Poem in your pocket day

Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

Today I sent my daughter to school with a poem in her pocket for “Poem in your pocket day.” At the beginning of each month, I receive a detailed calendar from my daughter’s school filled with PTA meeting dates, workshops, test dates, and special fun days like today. Parents were asked to send their children to school with a poem in their pocket.

I went on Google and searched for children’s poems. This article, http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/poems-for-kids, stood out the best and I chose one of the poems featured in it because it was fun and short.

Rabbit by Mary Ann Hoberman

A rabbit


A little bit

An itty-bitty

Little bit of beet

Then bit

By bit

He bit

Because he liked the taste of it


This poem is a bit of a tongue twister, which is great for my daughter’s speech. She loved how silly it was and couldn’t wait to share it with her class and teacher.

Happy poem in your pocket day!

Take good care all.

Until next time…


I die just a little

I die just a little

I die just a little every single day

Every single day I procrastinate

Every single day I’m lazy

Every single day I take this life for granted

What’s my purpose?

I die just a little

Every single day I don’t complete a project

Every single day I call myself a loser

Every single day I’m not perfect enough

I can feel it, the dying,

with every sigh that escapes my body

with every anxiety attack

with every tear

I die just a little

Every single day I let my insecurities

get the best of me

Every single day I don’t give myself

the benefit of the doubt

Every single day I throw my arms up

in the air and yell, “I give up!”

I die just a little every single day

but just a little

because every single day

I still want a second chance

I still want another go at it

I still want

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

Screw it, I’m making this year completely resolution FREE!  Join me, why don’t cha?

Take good care all.

Until next time…

Oh angry bird…


Oh angry bird

look at you there

staring fiercely at me,

but you bring so much joy

to so many kids, including my own.

You’re even inspiring.

Beckoning me to take a photograph of you

with your beady little eyes,

furrowed eyebrows and pointy beak.

Who knew you were such a model?

You definitely have that je ne sais quoi.

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, less writing these past few months days.  Just going through the motions and preparing for Christmas.  The tree and decorations are up at the Mercado household, the online wish list has been emailed and the gift shopping is very SLOWLY getting checked off.  As for my angry bird inspiration above, my kids are always taking their toys, whether they’re bath toys or not, to the bathroom and while taking a shower the other day, I spotted the angry bird on the dollhouse table.  It beckoned to be photographed.  So I did.  And then gave it some words.

Take good care all.

Until next time…



Every night before I said goodbye,

I would whisper in your ear, “Fight, please fight.”

As strongly as I could convey, I said,

“Don’t give up, you have to stay!”  I knew in

my heart that you needed time to heal, but

impatience was all everyone could feel.

We were speechless, confused souls roaming the

hospital halls.  Aching for the madness

to end and just pretend this wasn’t real,

but reality came crashing down hard

when you were given 24 hours

to live.  All resources were put to use.

Top meds, machines, prayers, thoughts, and even

a small tape recorder with little grand-

voices singing songs.  We pressed play and your

heart rate went up.  Tears streamed down your face and

the nurse said, “Please, turn it off.”  No matter

how small of a reaction you gave us,

seeing is believing and it meant the

world.  It meant that you were there and all you

needed was time.  Time to heal and time to

come back to us.

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

I’ve been writing this poem in my head for a while now.  Every time I see my mom, I see a strong and brave woman.  I try to forget the pain that we all went through after almost losing her two years ago, but it’s really hard because I’ve never felt such raw, scary emotions before (she was given 24 hours to live at one point).  It was something shocking and definitely confusing.  I don’t ever want to feel that way again (fingers firmly crossed and I know I’m a bit delusional).  Some family members at that time were already saying their goodbyes in their heads.  The question, “Where do you want her buried?” was even spoken, quietly, but it was still asked.  I answered that question even though I didn’t want to.  I just wanted to know at what specific time my mother’s 24 hours began because that’s all she needed, TIME.  I wasn’t going to prepare myself to say goodbye.  That was the farthest thing in my head.  She wasn’t going to leave us or even her grandkids.  No way!  I knew she needed time.  In my opinion, time is needed for the medicine and the medical devices to do their jobs, but because she was on so many meds, “the best of the best”, according to the chief of the hospital, immediate results were expected.  Screw that!  Time is essential, plain and simple.  A few days later, I received a wonderful phone call from my sister who walked into my mother’s room and saw a marvelous sight.  My mom, propped up in her bed as alert as can be with her eyes beautifully opened.  That was the beginning of her journey to recovery.  With time, she was able to leave the hospital and enter a short-term rehabilitation center.  With much needed therapy, and yes, more time, my mom was able to leave the rehab and go back to her home.  Home sweet home where she’s the most happiest and back with us.

Take good care all.

Until next time…

Many thanks

Many thanks

Thank you for being Olivia’s first school teacher.                                                           

Thank you for being so kind.                        

Thank you for noticing her struggles and fighting for her rights.                                  

Thank you for teaching her the tapping method, which she loves to utilize.                                              

Thank you for the smile that appears on her face when she’s read

something at her own pace.                                                             

Thank you for teaching her songs that she loves to sing.                                                            

Thank you for being a great teacher.          

 Thank you for everything!

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

There is officially two more days of school here in Brooklyn and I’m sending my daughter up to the last day for two reasons.  I want her to finish her Kindergarten year like a pro and I want her to enjoy the central air conditioning the school has to offer because it’s freaking hot (93 degrees to be exact)!  I’m also sending my daughter with a thank you card filled with graduation pictures and those words above.  I wrote them for her teacher who is a great person and I’m so glad that my daughter was able to begin her education with a smart and kind woman.  She will never be forgotten and she will always be her first teacher.  Thank you Mrs. Licata!

Take good care all.

Until next time…





I met her in a place where my body

and mind were tested to its core. She

embodied the essence of life itself.

You could see it in her eyes and hear it

in her voice.  Every day she amazed me,

waking up with so much energy.  I

woke up every day cursing it to

hell.  I longed for my home and when it was

time, we all said our good-byes, along with

a floating “Keep in touch.”  Life rolled on and

contact was kept. Off to Japan, she went.

Following dreams of places unseen and

ultimately, falling in love.  At her

reception we said, “Congratulations!”

The years flew by.  Then the call that her heart

had been broken by the one she loved.  So

far away, I couldn’t embrace or find

the right words.  Instead, I stumbled upon

a silver heart necklace with a design

of a band-aid placed in the center and

etched in the back a single word, Heal.  It

was perfect.  With love and friendship, I sent

it.  The years have passed from the moment we

met, fifteen to be exact, and contact

has been kept.  When she calls, her hello alone

can wake up your entire soul.  I’m glad

she’s in my world and I’m in hers.

Let’s keep in touch forever.

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

The poem above is about an unlikely friendship between a pessimist (me) and an optimist (my friend).  Still, we thrived and genuinely enjoyed talking and visiting each other throughout the years.  I was born and raised in New York City, but my heritage is that of Puerto Rican descent.  My friend, Leticia, was also born here, but her heritage is that of Colombian descent.  We met at basic training in the ARMY back in 1997 and I will never forget how proud she was to be a Colombiana.  In the Army, we weren’t that close of friends because there were many in our group, but afterwards our long distance friendship grew into something that I cherish very much to this day.  I can easily describe Leticia as someone who lives life with complete passion and unwavering determination, plus she does it all with a fearless attitude.  She’s a great inspiration and I honestly look up to her.

Take good care all.

Until next time…

P.S.  I would like to give a shout out to Cristian Mihai at www.cristianmihai.net because I took his words, “To just write,” to heart and that’s what I’ve been feeling lately.  I’ve been wanting to write and so I have.  Thanks Cristian and the best of luck to you.  Take care!

Chalk Art


Chalk Art

Let me draw something for you

Just wait and see

It’ll be something new

You’ll be so proud of me

The ground will be my canvas

We’ll share it with the world

The colors will be vibrant

Every single line and swirl.

A year ago, I drew

a plain happy face,

warranting many snapshots.


my art has evolved

comprised of such details

including a diamond wand.

You asked me if I was done

and I said, “Not yet,

she needs eyelashes

and rainbow lipstick.”


I dust chalk off my hands and knees

and sit proudly

beside my art while saying, “Cheese!”

– Angelica Mercado

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Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

We had a great week-end with nice weather and as you can see some fun at the park with chalk!  I always bring a Ziploc bag full of jumbo size chalk so my daughters can let their creativity soar out.  My oldest daughter impressed me with how far she’s come along with drawing.  It was a lot of fun watching her and my youngest, who is currently drawing simple happy faces as well as shapes.  My husband joined in the fun and afterwards we treated the girls with a trip to McDonald’s for some happy meals.  It was a great day.

Take good care all.

Until next time…



A not so puzzling effect

Her eyes dart

from piece to piece

looking for a place to start.

She takes a quick glance to see

exactly what she’s looking for.

I can’t take my eyes away

from her beautiful face.

As it comes alive with a series

of emotions

such concentration,

undivided attention,

then, sheer frustration.

“Help me mommy,” she says.

“Look for a corner,” I offer.

She has to do it on her own.

And when she fits the final piece

seriousness instantaneously

shifts into happiness

for us both.

– Angelica Mercado


Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.

My children are a great inspiration and when a moment occurs, in which I want to describe and keep it forever in words, I toss procrastination to the side (along with some housework, I’ll get to it eventually), sit down, and just write.  Some days it’s hard to get the right words down quickly when you have a 3 and 5-year-old beckoning every two minutes so I have to hit SAVE and walk away, but lately I’ve been getting back to my writing instead of letting it sit there in oblivion.  It’s a good feeling to get back to it.

Thanks for visiting!

Take good care all.

Until next time…

Never falter


Never Falter

Can’t look away

from the images

that display

smoke rising,

pure chaos,

people dying,

sidewalks splattered

angrily in red.

The moment captured.

Press play

and watch as lives are forever changed.

Look away,

We can’t.

Three people gone,

So many wounded.

What’s going on?

Evil has to be stopped.

And it will be

because even among the disarray

heroes emerged.

We’ll never falter.

We’re Americans.

And everyone, in the world,

knows that.

– Angelica Mercado

Hello everybody.  I hope you guys are well.  I penned this poem yesterday (I’ve been on a non-stop news reading frenzy) and it’s dedicated to the people of Boston.  The above picture is dedicated to my daughter, Olivia.  We walk under this gorgeous tree every day on our way to school.  It’s her favorite and she marvels at its beauty and stature.  I’m planning on having it printed big, framing, and placing it on her wall for her birthday so she can delight in its glory every day!

Take good care all.

Until next time…