by Admin | Dec 30, 2025 | Word of the Day, Emerald Book Club, Vocabulary
Infantilization is the prolonged treatment of someone as if they are much younger than they really are
treat (someone) as a child or in a way which denies their maturity in age or experience.
to treat someone as if that person were a child, with the result that they start behaving like one:
“It’s important not to infantilize adults by making decisions for them without their input.”
“my generation grew up in a time when women were infantilized and treated as property”
The word infantilize comes from the Latin infans (child) and the suffix -ize, meaning “to make into,” essentially meaning “to make childlike” or “to treat as an infant”. First appearing in English in the 1930s, it’s formed from the adjective infantile (dating to the 17th century) and describes making someone immature or dependent, often used in social or psychological contexts.
Infantilize is a powerful word because it highlights an often-overlooked behaviour that can affect confidence, dignity, and independence. Understanding this word helps us become more aware of how language and actions can unintentionally diminish others, encouraging more respectful and empowering communication.
by Admin | Dec 30, 2025 | Langston Hughes, Family Poems, Poems
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
by Admin | Dec 29, 2025 | Death Poems, Poems, Poetry
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me By David Romano
When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me
I wish you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too
When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand
The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And that I would have to leave behind
All those I dearly love
But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne
He said this is eternity
And all I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But here it starts a new
I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past
So when tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me
Remember I’m right here in your heart
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me is a heartfelt poem that aims to comfort and console those who will be left behind after their death
by Admin | Dec 29, 2025 | Religious Poems, Poems, Poetry
Psalm 150 By Jericho Brown
Some folks fool themselves into believing,
But I know what I know once, at the height
Of hopeless touching, my man and I hold
Our breaths, certain we can stop time or maybe
Eliminate it from our lives, which are shorter
Since we learned to make love for each other
Rather than doing it to each other. As for praise
And worship, I prefer the latter. Only memory
Makes us kneel, silent and still. Hear me?
Thunder scares. Lightning lets us see. Then,
Heads covered, we wait for rain. Dear Lord,
Let me watch for his arrival and hang my head
And shake it like a man who's lost and lived.
Something keeps trying, but I'm not killed yet
by Admin | Dec 27, 2025 | Poems, Poetry
On Saturday, The Sandman Sets A Silver-Plate
On Saturday, I sleep in late;
the sandman sets a silver-plate
to lie around and contemplate
and let my 'soles' somnambulate.
Unloading heaps of heavy freight
supports me to fly featherweight
and putz around, remodulate,
I clean erase the scorecard slate.
As restful day, the seventh date
a holy way to consecrate,
my person brews, then percolates,
the sabbath pours a cup.... and waits
