Her Farewell Song~ #FormForAll @dVersePoets
She is sprawled across hospital sheets
Her eyes are bright, but somehow wrong
From the bed her voice repeats
Please sing for me, my farewell song.
Her eyes are bright, but somehow wrong
Her gaze is glassy, her voice is dry
Please sing for me, my farewell song
Please sing again, before I die.
Her gaze is glassy, her voice is dry
She has not forgotten a single note
Please sing again, before I die
Help me figure what this life's about.
She has not forgotten a single note
This has been her song for years
Help me figure what this life's about
Her voice much stronger than my tears.
This has been her song for years
Will serve to keep her legacy alive
Her voice much stronger than my tears
will linger long after she's died
Please sing for me, my farewell song
From the bed her voice repeats
Her eyes are bright, but somehow wrong
She lays sprawled across hospital sheets.
Samuel Peralta is treating us to the Pantoum for today over at the pub for FormForAll. I'm just returning from a visit to see my grandmother who went into the hospital last evening. It's been ongoing for sometime now, but this time seems a little different. So...I'm in desperate need of a drink, dear Poets! Really wishing dVerse had a franchise on the corner!
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PEACE!
Several years ago, when I was literally battling 24/7 against a drug (crack) gang who had taken over the neighborhood by my church, I lived in constant combat for 18 months. But I won. They finally left our hood for good. The reason I shared that is that during that time, in between watching my security monitors to react at first sign of a Blood on property, someone gave me a $99 casio keyboard saying "You'll never learn to play this." Three months later, I performed a 1-hour concert of all original neo-classical compositions to a standing ovation. I had always wanted to learn piano, but while Grandma was alive, my father prohibited it, saying it would distract me from my more "important" studies (science, math). During that 3-months, I had no piano teacher, no piano music or books, not even an Internet connection. Just a $99 toy keyboard. I think it was a miracle. I think it was my grandmother's soul that must have guided me into a full understanding of musical theory, and specifically inspired those songs--the only beautiful ones I ever wrote.
I remember I first felt connected with you, Natasha, when you stumbled across my poem "this old place), and shared from your heart how it related to your Grandmother. I have taken time every day since then to think of you in positive ways, with energy some call prayer.
So, this long comment of mine is only to say, she will leave this body sometime, let's pray not soon, but she will never leave you, ever. Our soul is lifted into the Universe not by our own efforts, but on wings made from the love of others who we have touched. When the time does come, she will soar. And she will continue to bless you everyday.
We all love you, Natasha, and by attachment, your entire family.
Aum namo narayana, aum nama sivaya
http://poetry.stevepiper.net/2011/04/this-old-place.html
Peace.