Last night I awoke in the middle of the night with a poem dancing in my brain. I couldn’t get back to sleep until I had recorded it, so I did. I put it on my space at Pathetic.org, (unless you knew me as a child, you won’t recognize the name – LOL!) and I include it here, also.
Remember
When I am gone
Remember that once I laughed
Great gulping gasps
of delighted rollicking roars
of merrimentThat once I delightedly ran over the
new spring grass
with tender bare feet
feeling each blade bend
beneath them –
and the sharp scent of green emitted
by each broken blade of grass.That once I had skilled hands
that competently guided new life
to slide into the world with
great splashes of thick, slick water
streaked with the blood and mucus
of reality
and coaxed the first gurgling cry
of outraged life from that
small bit of humanity in my armsThat once I could seek and find
the secret positions and
hiding places of infants
as they floated within
their mothers
in their private seasRemember that I wept huge bitter tears
over a marriage that faded into dust
within my surprised bosom –
and that my sobs were torn from
my most inner being
I had birthed babes and now knew
I was birthing dustRemember that I mourned –
but remember that I went on
that I wore the black
but replaced it bit by bit
once more
with the colors of life and joyWhen I am gone . . ..
remember
that I lived. (c)
May I repost this over at my place? I’m in tears.
Of course, Sis! Anytime! I guess I did something right? 🙂
That’s beautiful.