My sweet, beloved aunt passed away a few weeks ago. As I unpacked from our move, I found the program for her funeral service, and inside was this poem she had written in 2003. I typed it up in her memory, and I’m posting it for the world to see…because every single person has a story to share. And every single one is worth sharing. ❤
*Text of the poem typed below the image for ease of reading.* On finding my voice. It’s not easy making my voice heard as a woman writer. It’s just the cold, hard truth. Which means I just push myself harder to be the best at my craft. No excuses. I play Words like I play Sports; no pain, no gain, and never ever leave your heart on the bench. I encourage you all to be secure in your identity, whether you’re a writer or not, and to chase after your calling, your passions and dreams, without ever holding back. Who are you? What makes you *you*? And what mark do you wish to leave upon the world? Ignore expectations and stereotypes; dig deep and ask yourself the tough questions. It’s enlightening and liberating to take the time to sit and write your own self-declaration of who you are. What will YOUR legacy be?
“Seasons Change” while Fall lasts. This was written so long ago during the shift from Summer to Autumn, a prompt by my dear @j.raymond. I’m really upset that I couldn’t find his initial poem to which my response is based off of….Jack, if you find it, holla back! Wanting to give credit to this crazy guy. Much love, my friend.
“The Eulogy”…a letter to my 14-year-old coonhound puppy to whom I have to say goodbye tomorrow. Not really poetry…but every word is from the very depths of my mourning soul. And I know I’m not the only one to lament and weep over the loss of a beloved dog. (Signed and postdated for tomorrow as well, because I already know I won’t be able to do so after the fact.) This has been the hardest week of my life…I still stand by my belief that it is more difficult to lose a pet than it is to lose a person.…
Always and eternally her “chickadee.” How I miss her…
Well. It’s time. The end of an era. As I’ve stated before, my #dailyhaiku series started out as a way to motivate me to write/post every day…even if it was merely a #haiku. I am so incredibly fortunate to be able to retire the demand of daily haikus due to the increasing demand of my budding writing career! This doesn’t mean haikus are done for…they just won’t happen daily. I struggle to express how thankful I am for each and every one of you. I am eternally grateful to all of my friends and followers for taking the time to…