etched your name...

I fear not being able to recall your voice,                                      

                   the tone of inflection in your laughter                                                 

flibbertigibbet on your most playful days,

  endearing smile in earnest expression

regard for the smallest of creatures

 taking on the underdog's plight as your own,

  fog of your breath on rainy windowpanes

           as you etched your name,

your face lit in amusement's spark

      angle which you cocked your head inquisitively

sweet times you held my hand when you were scared,

 how we both adored the scent

                 of  wildflowers in our tresses,

times we shared in wistful reminiscences

butterflies on your wedding day and the last,

  matter of fact way you'd call me 'big sis'....

most of all I miss the exceptional warmth 

            of your sunshine in every minute's sigh

Author's Note

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

fog of your breath on rainy windowpanes
as you etched your name,
that line right there. I've never lost someone to suicide - only to the monsters of disease and the ticking clock. We are all wired differently - some of it is hard wiring and some - factory second work due to upbringing - the wear and tear of this difficult life on a soul not designed for so much pain...what ever it is - for me personally and what made this poem worm its way down to the place where I ache - is this: for me life presents itself, memory presents itself in the smallest of moments. I remember the exact color and shape of my dad's lips as he read me bedtime stories, when we lived in KS (I was five when we moved to AR) life continues residually in pictures, in songs, phrases, words - and you have captured this with such heartwrenching eloquence. That you can bring this back to the surface with such raw emotion and articulate the beauty in these moments - that is brave. some of us writers - we don't ever get past the rage - we are cynical and toxic. You aren't. The light as others have said just flows from you and your words.

[Woody]

heartbreaking but tender and so sweet. lovely images.
unlike April, I didn't cry. well not until the end. just a little.
Love this, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Woody, I won't tell anyone, I swear....x

[Woody]

oh, and what a song!!!!!

[Frieda P]

He was singing my exact sentiments, the question is always 'why'....

[Lyn Anderson]

Okay, no fair. I didn't want to cry today. I love this. It is beyond beautiful.

[Frieda P]

Me either, I ran into an old friend of my sister's, she bust out crying, saying she thought I was Lee at first glance, needless to say, this is what came of it....thanks KL.

[NoelHC]

A sad, soulful, moving tribute Freida, I see the love on every line. Excellent writing. Wishing for strength and clarity for you.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Noel, muchly appreciate the sentiment.

[AprilRN1210]

I am sitting here in tears, and knew better than to come here, but did it anyway... I really cannot do anything but say.... absolutely breathtaking and left me in a puddle of tears and broken heart... sorry.....
((big sloppy wet hugs))

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much April, your kindness always touches my heart. xo

[AprilRN1210]

Ditto ma'am....more than you know...