A Monologue with self
I know it want be long…
Sitting here in limbo like a purring kitten without a home
and lacking faith that's taught to heavily lean on…. endless
stream rippling, wavering, and challenging me to ride.
Now. So missing my sister's laugh as well as her frowns and moans.
Where gone her light. Can't see her point finger signaling
bright lights big city, as jimmy Reed
harp, and wine going right to her head
Now Sis! I'll miss those late night phone calls and your groans.
I'll miss walking the streets you can't walk. I'll miss crying the cries
You can't cry; I'll miss the dances you can't dance. I'll miss your fingers
playing and hearing your songs.
I'll miss your buttery cast iron cornbread baked from scratch.
I'll shed an ocean of tears for your fear, then stir the den and chase them on their way.
I'll even face down every last one of those phobias that wouldn't leave you alone!
Sis! Spirit guide tells me to be attentive to:
Sister-4 lives and dies as one…momma made this truth that
we must keep as gold.
In the last days, family will circle each bed; wrangling hands
throwing back heads: and trying to make sense of the mess we made.
Momma and papa are long gone to dust. How to sift and strained,
or separate the particles of all their mess is the question left behind.
All their boys and girls past and passes on their mess:
Now, can only 3 hearts equal hearts of nine?
Or, the love of 3 equal love of y'all?
Or, cries of 3 only means of 3?
Now we-3 knows, we lack FEAR and do declare!
We've climbed the mountains, now you have just bumps.
We've weathered our storms, leaving you dry to weather yours.
We've blundered the dark that you may walk in light.
By Almedia Knight-Olive
October 20,2012
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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