Get Your Premium Membership

~ (~) ~ She Knew ~ (~) ~

Gone her way home; cast overcast; time waylays prompts me, child; do never; no-never forsake, ever. ""She... Momma wept, Sissy's, tears worn, she- went I died with her, never more, always will-be, we, one-soul, us; "So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !"" Day she died, told mama, hers-then, readily mine all-others still then-though ours - better put that dress you made; on me," "four-percent lounge capacity;" she had not told her, her mother then no-no-one but, yes; she knew... my-Sissy. Gone... Mama, ours... heroin took her, forgot to open the garage door, was her last hit of the night I'm sure - safety, was mine, my Sissy's wealth - in the Lord, ours. Her faith one lounge-was her strength, her wheel chair, nothing to her but, her-rocker; simple chariot, Mama both of them ours-yes, all who came before, them. Love them, God having made them, heart golden, one breath - my Sissy's heaven, for mother too I believe - yes... stile... it's His-I-believe, it-is His, God blessedness, all-His children His-with-this Divinity, yes, so I treasure this innocence... . Oh-the Glory-the Glory... yes... ! God; His mercy... it knows' itself - every breath you take-take-care, cherish, the kisses .. ... .. ! - Just-fishing-you know ... .. ... ~ Heaven-thoughts of-hot Summer days - and I believe He-cries-yes. Welcome Home... .. babies; tears-His filling-the river - contented lone; in-His - in-His-love...; love.. ... ..; carrying one of though 'ole Sony-jute-boxes-yea - "hey man, looks like you knead a bight - .. ... .. and-we-all say, Lord-hunger strikes them not... the-fish... - thank-You .. ... .. . ~ Blessed-be-the-Father.... .. ... - all-eternity-in me the-word-has remained; has been-so made; proven; worthy http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=_JQiEs32SqQ&feature=artistob&playnext=1&list=TLBCRinqtYRSM

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things