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Jeanette Castiglione Poem
As I sit here and wonder what went wrong,
I realized, nothing went wrong.
People say it was your time to leave this world,
to go and see your savior, your God.
But really, everyone knows it was your Johnny boy, the Fisherman.
He couldn't spend another second without you.
His beautiful lover, the wonderful mother, the amazing grandmother.
As I sit here and wonder about what you're doing,
I imagine you two dancing and singing with your buddies from Bailo's.
I imagine you watching over your family and leading them in the right direction.
I could almost see you sitting on the bleachers for my high school graduation,
and I started to tear up knowing you were there watching.
As I sit here and wonder about you,
I know you miss us just as much as we miss you.
Ryan and Jackie will never know how kind and gentle you were, like a summer breeze.
Bella will never know how generous and humorous you were, making everyone laugh.
But I will know, and I will tell them, even if it is with tears in my eyes.
As I sit here and wonder about my future,
I think of you.
You always knew I was going to be a successful person.
And I always believed you.
Mema,
my number one role model. My favorite grandmother.
My best friend.
RIP Roberta J. Kobstad
11/8/1941~~1/24/2012
You will be forever missed.
Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2012
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Jeanette Castiglione Poem
Soft, swirling snowflakes.
Cover my head like a hat.
Oh so cold outside.
Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2008
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Jeanette Castiglione Poem
I feel as if I have lived my life on a dark staircase.
If I move, I will have missed a step and it's that constant feeling of falling that never makes me take that step in the first place.
But then he came into my life.
He filled that staircase with a soft yellow beam at first, until the beam turned into the white hot heat of the sun.
It was intense, too intense for my dark staircase, and it slowly started to disintegrate under my feet and I felt as if I was going to fall into the deep, dark abyss of my mind.
What he didn't know was that beautiful things could happen in the dark.
The moon emerges and the stars fill the sky with a soft white glow that can cocoon you in the blanket of darkness surrounding you.
He turned down his intense light, and I let a little light into my staircase and soon, I was taking steps up to the top, to be with him.
I always heard the saying, "if you lose people along the way, they were meant to be lost."
I knew he wasn't ever worth losing, because he turned my dark staircase of a mind into something worth having.
I wanted to destroy myself so no one else could do it first.
No amount of sleep in the world could cure the tiredness I felt day after day, week after week in that dark staircase.
How do you explain something you don't even understand yourself?
Now, I sit at the top of that staircase with him, and I feel like a Queen.
And he is my King, and we rule the kingdom of darkness together.
Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2014
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Jeanette Castiglione Poem
I don't want to give you my soul.
What more will I have left?
I know you loved me with all your heart,
But you gave me empty promises.
I gave you money, but I did not love you back.
You gave me your tenderness, and I returned humor.
You gave me your sadness, and I gave you anger.
I was not in love with you, and you still came knocking.
I am not the girl for you.
You have probably heard this a thousand times, but it was me, and not you.
This might be the last time you will ever see me again.
So I will cherish the moment, and I will always remember it,
Because you were my first puppy love.
Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2010
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Jeanette Castiglione Poem
You take your last breath, what a great feeling.
You are free of pain.
Now to the pearly gates of Heaven.
Where God shall decide your faith.
Your history isn't a bright one.
Your owner was a dog himself.
Nights of terror that seemed like they would never end.
Don't worry, it's all over.
Now you are in a safe place.
The Home in the Sky.
Good-bye little friend.
I'll see you in a couple of years.
Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2008
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