I want to first thank Ingrid Jennings for the opportunity to post on her blog.
I have been writing poetry as long as I can remember; I guess I stopped, thinking that no one was really interested in the way I express my inner self. Last year, however, that changed for me; my sister died unexpectedly. In my grief and frustration, I began writing about her. I found it invigorating to share my sister with others; and the response was overwhelming. I was humbled by the out pouring of support.
We have always communicated in rhythm. From the moment a baby takes its first breath; we are singing and humming, with the knowledge that the vibration will calm this child; who has never uttered a single word. We communicate with rhythm; swaying to music, rocking in a chair, in song or melody; or in a prose which we find comforting.
Poetry is a part of all of our lives; even if we call it by a different name. I feel so honored that people take time to read what I have written; it is a blessing that I am proud to share with the world. My largest prayer would be that my words may open up inner thoughts and we can make this world a better place for all of us. Hopefully, we will find that even in our heartache; the lessons can come shining through.
Next week is my sister’s birthday; in memory of her, I hope to share a part of her with you. I hope you an excerpt from my most recent book, Petals of Peace.
http://myraysmarket.com/Petals_of_Peace.php
Thank You,
My Memory of You
I often wish you were still here
But when I pause for a while
I remember my life fulfilled
Memories by the mile
I remember the funny things you said
Even using some of it now
Hoping to share your sweet love
Through my grief some how
I still yearn to escape
To your loving abode
Enjoying your take on life
The stories you told
Will anyone really ever
Hear the angel in your voice
Now it seems as if
There isn’t much choice
I miss your melodic harmony
Chased down with that smile
Blue eyes sparkling and dancing
In a world gone wild
It’s funny the things
We all take for granted
Saying words…doing harm
Things can’t be recanted
I laugh to myself when
I call to you in a dream
Seeming even in slumber
God knows what you mean
He sends you when I’m weary
Can’t seem to find my way
Reminding me to be thankful
For new memories I’ve made
So true you aren’t in them
But lucky for others and me
You are felt all around
Like the bark on my tree
Remember the story I told you
About people and a tree
Fruit and leaves are temporary
It’s the roots which ground me
You were always my root
Holding me steady and strong
Keeping my eyes on God
Right where they belonged
You are and were
My truest best friend
Which God bonded in blood
Were there til the end
And while my heart still aches
Over the loss of my sister my friend
I hold you closer still
With every memory I spend
For every memory I lend out
Reminds me that I didn’t lose at all
Instead of focusing on a broken heart
I’ve built a memory wall
Maybe are broken hearted tooSo those who need it
They can come and smile
At my memory of you
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