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Showing posts with label memorial poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memorial poem. Show all posts

September 24, 2012

Fully Alive

A second poem by Wilda Morris. Its beauty and meaning need no introduction.





for Aunt Ersel

by Wilda Morris

Though sickness
racked your fragile body
these last few years,
your special radiance—
hardy laughter and quiet prayer,
deep thoughts and caring conversation—
kept you fully alive until the end.

The strength with which
you lived and died
burns into my heart
a picture of your rising.

I feel your presence
in the lavender dawn
and the rising sun
of this new day.
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Poem copyright Wilda Morris, all rights reserved.
Illustration, copyright Ysabel de la Rosa, all rights reserved. 

Wilda Morris is past President and current Workshop Chair of Poets & Patrons of Chicago. Her poems have been published in numerous anthologies, literary journals and other publications, including Alive Now, MO: Writings from the River, and Seeding the Snow. Her blog, at wildamorris.blogspot.com  provides a monthly prompt and contest for other poets.

July 12, 2012

Remembering a Father

A beautiful poem about a special man.


I’ll especially remember you for the
Tenderness in your smile
For the gentle way you showed your strength
And your courage in the face of trial.
I’ll especially remember the compassion that you’d lend
To those who needed your understanding
And for the hurts you helped to mend.
I’ll especially remember you for the concern
You would show to the lonely and the forlorn
Giving them love, when emptiness was all they knew.
I’ll especially remember the way you loved us
With all your heart and soul
Beaming with pride over your children.
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Poem copyright Marie Toole, all rights reserved.
Marie Toole is a Brooklyn girl, born and raised in Bay Ridge and the middle child of three sisters. She lives in the warm south in Delray Beach, Florida. She scrapbooks for her six grandchildren and loves being in the kitchen cooking and baking their favorites along with them. An avid reader who loves writing, she now has time to pursue what she loves most, after retiring from the travel business. She is a member of FanStory and has had many poems published in Prune Juice, Writing Excellence, and The Messenger, among other publications.

December 18, 2011

Memories and Celebration

 The following poem by Eileen Hector becomes more enjoyable for me every time I read it. She wrote this poem in honor of her mother who died before she could celebrate the 2000 Christmas with the rest of the family. While very personal to her own family, we can all relate to this poem and its beautiful message: honor the past, celebrate the present, look to the future.

I attended a performance of Handel’s Messiah today, which brought back many happy memories. Growing up, it was a family tradition for my sister and me to go with our father to a live performance of this wonderful music every year. Now, when I hear that music I know and love so well, I know that they would be saying what Eileen says in her poem: “You’ve got to celebrate Christmas Day! It’s just not going to go away!”

I hope this delightful poem will remind you of your loved ones and all we have to celebrate, past, present and future.
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Grandma's Millennium Christmas

By Eileen Hector

How can we celebrate this season if Grandma is not here?
She made this holiday special, each and every year!
She would wrap the presents early and tuck them all away.
"Christmas is for the children" is what she used to say!

A musical windup, a Christmas tree,
a lighted village for all to see.
 Deck the halls from head to toe! 
Put out the Angels and let it snow! 
 
We all need to get ready for this Christmas Day!
That is what Grandma would have to say.
Twinkling lights on the rooftop go blink, blink, blink.
Fresh mistletoe over the doorway, a secret little wink.
 
It's hard to believe in Christmas if Grandma is not here.
But she wants us to get going and deliver some Christmas Cheer!
Everyone put out the green and the red!
Santa is coming with his gift-laden sled.

You've got to celebrate this Christmas day!
It's just not going to go away!

Put up the tree and then hang the star.
Bake holiday goodies and fill the cookie jar!
Sing the songs of Christmas true.
That is what she would want us to do!
Dress up the little ones for midnight Mass.
This Christmas day shall come to pass.

It won't be the same without Grandma here.
How are we supposed to spread holiday cheer?
Keep her memory of Christmas alive.
I think it's the only way for us to survive!
Know that she is with us as we gather here.

Concentrate - You'll see her almost everywhere.

You'll see her blowing kisses from Lily's little lips.
You'll hear her whisper "faster" as Lucas learns to skip.
You'll know she is with us when David comes through the door.
She will tell him not to “hang” his things up on the floor!
We will catch a glimpse of her when Gregory comes to town.
We'll hear her telling him, "I thought your hair was brown."
 We will see her happiness when Michelle becomes a bride.
She'll congratulate Jorden when he finally learns to drive.
 Phaedra with her many bags will learn to travel light.
She will hear her Grandma saying, 
"You don't need all that junk tonight!"
Helen Ann and Susie too often far away,
Will someday think of Grandma and not know what to say.


She'll be at rest knowing Kristina, Sarah, and Nick 
Understand that there are family members you just don't get to pick.
 Nathan with his father, though they grew apart, yet Grandma
 kept each grandchild in a special place within her heart. 

Now we have a Christmas angel to remember us each year.
Look very closely and you will see her near.













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All but the last image come from a great blog, Artzee Chris' Cool Clipart. 
Visit her Cafe Press Store to see some of her original creations. A couple of my favorites are the Punk Rocker Snowman and the Baby Clock.

Poem copyright Eileen Hector, all rights reserved.

October 13, 2011

Inside the Circle: Second Day













INSIDE THE CIRCLE

Wednesday

morning

5 a.m. in Texas. High noon in Madrid. The moon
outside my window is full, a perfect circle shining
silver in a black black sky. The dawn, though coming,
cannot be seen, cannot be known, just now. 
In two hours your body will rest where you requested.

In the dream that just woke me, you said, 
“The place is practically next door.” 
I asked you to take me there.

We’d always planned to go together to the cemetery
where the arching stones are marked − touched − shaped
by the characters of your ancestral tongue.

What a difference one letter makes.
From    here       to       There
you have gone.   Plans change.


evening

Your flesh is underground. I heard
the service was beautiful, and all your children
were there. Still, my body rebels against
this radical change in reality. The ache is whole,
no limb untouched by it. The blood pools in the feet,
taking its leaden time to travel to the head. The heart
flutters fast against ribs. Speech comes only
with the greatest of effort. My injured left foot is on fire.
My eyes are scratchy-dry. My body will not, will not let them cry.

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May the Shiv’a candle make this newly empty space burn bright,
bright and silver as the full moon in the black black sky,
bright as shone your radiant blue-eyed being,
ever reaching, ever teaching, ever touching so deeply
so many
lives.

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Image and Text, Copyright Ysabel de la Rosa, All rights reserved.