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A Poem by Frieda P
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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



© 2014 Frieda P



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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.

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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.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

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

3 Years Ago

oh, and what a song!!!!!
Frieda P

3 Years Ago

He was singing my exact sentiments, the question is always 'why'....
Okay, no fair. I didn't want to cry today. I love this. It is beyond beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Me either, I ran into an old friend of my sister's, she bust out crying, saying she thought I was Le.. read more
A sad, soulful, moving tribute Freida, I see the love on every line. Excellent writing. Wishing for strength and clarity for you.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much Noel, muchly appreciate the sentiment.
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))

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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much April, your kindness always touches my heart. xo
AprilRN1210

3 Years Ago

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

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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