Guest guest Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 Hi all Well I haven't been feeling well AT ALL Got the stomach flu after getting past bronchitis and the regular flu... =/ I couldn't make it to 's Funeral =/ =( Anyways, I finally wrote a poem today with my memory of her but it's I dont know... not what I was expecting to come out of my soul and dont know.. it's odd to me but here it is. Let me know what you all think. I'm so tired.. i havent slept... and this is just darn sad. Issadora ********************************** April 5, 2009 (Sunday) *To Dance in Life… to dance with * In this dance called Life We touch many Yet form relationships with few A brief touch here A small smile Some simple courtesy An excited wave Big warm smiles Sharing of the local news Others we hug Reminisce… Share secrets of past and present Bring one another into our dreams Dry tears of one another’s sorrow… We dance together Trot through life Slow dance during rough times STEP dance with pride I have this friend called Small, slender Kind of frail type girl Short hair, white skin Someone quite easily passed in a crowd But her smile and laugh- WOW It was large and loud And through her voice We were brought together in dance We trotted together and found a common rhythm We shared a love to help others A love of psychology A desire to emotionally heal We shared our lives of dealing with chronic debilitating illnesses Our hopes and dreams And sometimes dared to share our fears Yet most poignant to me In this dance with Was her contagious laughter And utter joy for life had this issue A bit of excessive gas And she would get all shy about it Which caused everyone to laugh! She would then say in almost a whine “Whaaaaatttt” I hear her voice in my head As she would break into giggles And fart again! This girl would make Freud proud With her object fixation No cigar was ever a cigar with Our Purple cutie Balls girl Filled with laughter Filled with joy Our dance was energized Freely associated While she battled CF A horrible disease maintained her strong values Her love for others Reached goals Inspired others I’m so glad we shared this dance The music was turned off too soon…. She didn’t let her disease bring her down So cliché of the young and sick But yet, it was really true She wasn’t selfish Never unkind A real example of humanity So we dance However briefly We touch one another And leave impressions ’s impression on me has been a reminder A reminder to laugh whenever possible To fart without regret To show compassion despite ones condition To see death yet live life So sadly this dance is over My dance partner has been laid to rest But her memories our in my head The collective minds of all of us who danced with her And we continue to dance -- " How exactly does one become a butterfly? You must want to fly so badly that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar. " - Trina us Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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