She wrote a letter
Which I happily read
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow
Then the call came
Aunt Stella had passed away
Two months shy of her eighty-seventh birthday
Could I travel to Chicago for the funeral?
My cousin’s voice
Time was short
I would have to leave tomorrow.
The wind brought tears to my eyes
And I remembered why
Chicago was called the windy city.
The funeral was surreal
My cousin and I were lost in the room
Our voices echoed in the chamber
We were the only attendees
Where was the rest of the family
The funeral director nodded
More than we did.
Before the sad procession to the cemetery
We walked to her house
In no particular hurry
Talked old times
There, nestled under trees
We peered through
Rain stained windows
Looked inside an empty house
Sunlight streaming through a den door facing a back garden
We left quietly.
At the cemetery there was a delay
I began reading headstones
Nearby were three
Aligned in a row
Each with the same last name
Following its own order of death
I made out a father, an uncle
And a young boy
Standing over his grave
I caught a glimpse of something faded red and metallic
Chipping the frozen ground
A toy truck
How long had it been there
I could only guess.
As the Priest mumbled
Half forgotten Catholic prayers
I bent down and carefully
Pressed the toy
Back into the cold
As it was
Meant to be
Years and years ago.
When the service ended
We looked at each other
My cousin and I
Thoughts and deeds
Of long ago
Brought back memories
I called out to him
Look after yourself.
He smiled and turned
You visit. Stay in touch.
The Priest remained
Where he was
The cold winter sun
Reflecting his bright colored vestments.
A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".
Well my husband said "How old was she.""
A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..
While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?
My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".
The cousin proceeded to tale this story.
"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what
was going on ...."
The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or
any other funeral home director that he knew."
The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."
She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called
The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the
Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.
My cousin Alf.
Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.
He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see
As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.
He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.
There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin
Also known as Alf.
Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.
I do not know?
thinking back on all the days me and Jason used to play he was never mean and
never hurtful he was always kind and gentle i still don't know why he desided to
go away since he did we all kneel and pray that we'll see him again some day.
hey fairly girl
why you looking so sad
i wish ,what you had, i had
the friends. the art. the life
why are you so sad
i looked at you like you were on a pedistal
then i found out that you were troubled
i tried to help
when u were well and u were bruised and broked
but i tried through it all
till u lost youre way
there was nothing left to say
except . im sorry
from the bottom of my heart
i wish i had saved you
my fairy cousin , my sister , my friend
i will allways love you till i see you again
i know youre here
i know you hear
my special friend
shell youre missed to no end
.......ADIEU DEAR COUSIN ZUBBY.......
It Was With A Heavy Heart And Dazed Mind
That I Took The News Of The Road Mishap
That Took You To The Journey Of No Return.
I Tried To Cry For You That Day
But The Tears Refused To Come,
The Ducts Too Shocked To Respond.
You Left Us Not Of Your Own Desire To.
I Know You Fought Hard To Hold Unto Life,
Knowing You Still Have A Lot To Give.
You Left Us In Your Youthful Prime.
Your Dream, Unfulfilled Aspirations.
Why Do You Have To Leave Us This Soon?
Should We Ask GOD Why HE Took You Away?
Should We Blame Somebody For Your Demise?
I Guess Many Questions Yet No Answers.
The Day Things Only You Could Do Won't Be Done.
The Day We Won't Hear That Laughter Of Yours.
The Day We Would Seek You But Not Find You.
The Tears For You Will Surely Flow Someday.
The Tears For You Will Surely Flow That Day.
Good Night Dear Cousin Maxwell Azubuike Obiadinma.
My cousin said that he had proof that I killed my wife.
He said if I didn't give him a million, he'd ruin my life.
I knew that he would go to the Cops, I positively had no doubt.
A million bucks is a lot to pay, it was cheaper to take him out.
I hired a hitman and a couple of days ago, he got plugged.
People are attending his funeral and his grave has been dug.
I'm a bad man and there was something he couldn't see.
It's very stupid and unhealthy to blackmail me.
(This is a fictional poem)
I do not know?
Angel of mines
You were my heart my world my baby girl
It's still so hard for me to believe that you are gone
All I ever wanted for you was the best
To be able to see you walk, run and play
I wanted to see the woman that you would become someday
Although God had other plans he called you home
Now I sit here missing you and feeling so all alone
What I wouldn't give to see your beautiful smile
Or feel your innocent touch
You were our world Eygpt and we miss you so very much
I know that it isn't going to be easy living without you here
And all I can do is cry and my thoughts seem so unclear
At times I sit and wonder why God had to take you from us
All to soon I had so many plans for you so many things we were going to do
I try to have peace in knowing that you are in a better place and one day again I will see your smiling face
So to you I say my child it's okay you can take God's hand he is going to walk with you to the promise land
And when it's time for the Lord to call me home just know my child that you will not be alone
Sleep with the angels baby now you can rest I have no more worries because
you're in the hands of the best!
R.i.p Baby girl Eygpt Shanea Johnson
Written with love just for you by your
big cousin Eleanor Bolden <3
Life on the earth to all is reality.
However, it possesses ephemerality.
Living may be full of hardship or sublime.
No matter what, we are here for a short time.
Despite unpredictable events and trends,
we must share this world with our neighbors and friends.
We convey the good blessings that our Lord sends.
They are perpetuated until our life ends.
There is a reserved place in heaven for all.
Our Lord God takes in all souls that heed His call.
We should love neighbors and friends unselfishly.
Those with God, recognizing His sovereignty,
ones who live their whole lives altruistically,
will dwell in His Kingdom for eternity.
Our dear friend has fulfilled his obligations.
He has passed all his trials and tribulations.
Another soul has departed for heaven.
Our beneficent Lord God, please take Joe in.
To my cousin Joseph Pettit Sr. who passed away January 27, 2011
Like me, Jimmy had a passion
For writing poetry too
So I thought I’d write a special one
To share with all of you
For my cousin Jimmy Peoples
I have a lot of fond memories
From when we grew up together
With such loving families
After our Grand-daddy Gray
I was supposed to be named Lawrence
But since I was born a girl
I was given the name of Florence
Jimmy was born two months after me
And Lawrence was his middle name
Our childhood days were filled with joy
And happy memories will always remain
As we grew older through these 51 years
And the adult life kept us mostly apart
All of the fun, laughter and adventures
Feels just like yesterday in my heart
I developed a cousin family reunion
To keep all of our cousins in touch
To get together with all the families
To me, it really means so much
I trust in the Good Lord
As only He knows just when
It is the time for one of us
To come and join with Him
Though Jimmy is going home
With the Lord before we do
I’ll cherish all the precious memories
Until I reach Heaven too
Florence McMillian (Flo)