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
Waiting for You Letters
He wrote a letter for each of us
while mom was in delivery.
His birthing process
scribing his prayers on paper
while mom’s pleas filled the room
both of them breathing hope into our tiny bodies
both pouring love into our existence.
One by one they achieved seven
that stayed long enough to name.
Each one they viewed as God’s gift to hold
for as long as they could.
Together they waited for us
to stand
to walk
to talk
to run towards their ideals.
Together they waited for us
to fill their lives with new purpose
to hold their hands
to catch up to their long strides
to share our dreams.
Side by side they aged
until one, would age no more.
I’m sure he is writing his Waiting for You Letters
not to hurry us along
but to welcome us, as before.
