August 17

See You In September

Poetry

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

For You Mom:

See You In September

 

See you in September
she writes. The words
resonate in my soul.

Mother and daughter,
our hearts share the blood we pump
but the distance too great between us.

Our ideals differ from time to time,
and though it is challenged like any other
our love does not falter.

She is serving a mission for her church
in a country that is my mission to someday
call home.

There is no envy between us
she does not want my life
nor do I want hers but we are happy for each other.

She has been my best friend since birth
and come September we will embrace
for the first time in years.

We will laugh as we walk over
cobbled stone. We’ll talk of our ancestors
as we are at their origin.

Our origins shared, our paths
different soon they cross
“See you in September…” Mom!

© Delaina Miller 2012

 

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • So beautiful! Your mother is so blessed to have a Daughter like you. Thanks
    Until September
    Mum

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