I Remember Yesterday, I Remember You

I remember yesterdays
                                     Of sunshine on the field
                                  The peals of teenage laughter
                                 And tears that youth could wield

                                    Would I go back? No never
                                   Unless perchance to change
                                       Sad destinies forever 
                                   In a world I find so strange

                                Though sunshine touch a million 
                                     Or a billion days of earth
                                  I cannot change life's sadness
                                     Nor share a mite of worth

                                      A precious soul was she
                                      In a world made of clay
                               Cruel hand of years rocked harshly
                                    That young life wiped away

                                    Would I go back? Forever
                                     If, perchance to change
                                       That destiny to never
                                 Be wiped out by world strange

                                  A heartbeat in a young chest
                               That beat with hopes and dreams
                                  Who despite doing souls best
                                        Melted into screams 

                              Yes, Dear God, I'd take the chance
                                If by some great happenstance
                                 I could let that soul feel worth
                                From that child's precious birth

                                 Life is fickle in world strange
                                  I wish I could elicit change
                                And know that heart is beating
                               But God would that be cheating?

                              To know the answers to the test?
                                  I cringe, how can I share
                             In hardest lives that do their best
                                 For that? No one even cared

                                   I saw those little feet run
                                     the canines all around
                                    Laughter came in peals 
                                    From that dear little one

                               Nobody then could understand
                              Those dirty feet and grimy hands
                                  Those canines were her all
                                 That loved the poor rag doll

                                 No one knew why as a teen
                                       That precious soul
                                       Could be so mean
                                  And what could be the goal

                                    I remember how I cried
                                    When she took her life
                                She thought that only suicide
                                 Could end the pain and strife
                                               
                                                   And

                                    I remember yesterdays
                                    Of sunshine on the field
                                The peals of teenage laughter
                             And the tears that youth could wield

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Date: 9/16/2022 3:30:00 PM
This is so beautiful and heartfelt. Good job BJ
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 3:50:00 PM
Thank you, Mark, I am wondering why I am shedding so many tears for her all these years later, buckets of them over the past forty years combined. She took her own life right after her second baby was born, maybe I need to be praying for them, they would be close to forty years old now. I hope they are ok.
Date: 9/16/2022 2:02:00 PM
This is very well written and powerful! So nice of you to have written this for her. Very special BJ. Take care :)
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 2:29:00 PM
Thank you, Heidi, I have been thinking about her for the last day and a half or so. I found a photo of her tombstone, and my heart just broke to pieces, maybe I should go to the cemetery and place flowers on her grave. She did cause activism in my heart, I owe her a debt of gratitude, she influenced the desire to adopt children, I wish I could have adopted her. I was too young. It's been close to forty years since she died, maybe this is an anniversary or something, been shedding lots of tears for her. She was precious.
Date: 9/16/2022 3:11:00 AM
Wow. Such a heartfelt write my friend. It brought many emotions to me in reflecting some of your words. This one is a favorite BJ... Thank you for posting my friend. Blessings your way...
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 12:39:00 PM
Thank you so much, Michael, I'm glad it's a favorite for you, it honors this girl, she is remembered and her life, through my poem of her, touched your heart. You brought tears to my eyes, God bless you my friend <3
Date: 9/15/2022 11:02:00 AM
Such a beautiful but sad piece BJ, showing great lines of thought with real insightfulness and a lovely flow.Blessings,Gordon
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 12:35:00 PM
I pray God's mercy over her precious and tragic life. Her tombstone simply says her name, year born, year died, nothing more. I wish it said more, 'Beloved Child' Young Mother, Died of a Broken Heart? Something.
Date: 9/15/2022 6:47:00 AM
Much grief and sadness emanate from this pensive write honoring youthful life lost. Wonderfully emotive write, BJ. This is not uncommon, and it hurts forever.
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 12:28:00 PM
My heart hurts for her, it did from the moment I set eyes on her when she was a tiny little girl. I was only a few years older, only a little child myself. I will never forget those tiny feet running down the dirt country road, nobody watching over her but the large group of the family's dogs, her laughter, head thrown back in joy. Later, we moved to the neighborhood, and we saw the struggling life, but she did quite well under the circumstances, but she was getting a reputation for having outbursts of meanness, and she began having to deal with being bullied by some. She pulled up to the best she could, and then the choices she made looking for love hurt her even more, she died way too young, of a broken heart.
Date: 9/15/2022 5:54:00 AM
This one is very expressive and emotive. The experts say that during the teenage years and early adulthood their or our brains go through some great changes preparing the person for adulthood and adulthood reasoning and thinking and those changes seem to trigger depression in some people of those ages. Sad when it touches home or someone close to us not necessarily related to us. I enjoyed reading your work. Sometimes writing about it helps. Thank you for sharing and for dropping by my page. SK
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 12:20:00 PM
She had a hard life, but she did seem to try hard. Her parents were alcoholics, and that she did as well as she did was amazing. She ended up making bad decisions in her love choices as a later teen, and a day or two after her second baby was born she took her own life. My heart breaks for her.
Date: 9/15/2022 4:35:00 AM
Oh Bj….how beautifully sad….written from your heart which has touched mine and no doubt many others! So heartfelt…. Debx
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Bj Legros Kelley
Date: 9/16/2022 12:16:00 PM
Yes, it was about a girl we knew. she was closer to my younger sisters age. The very first time I saw her she was about three or four years old, running down a country road where my parents purchased land and later built our house. My baby sister was dressed like a baby doll, ribbons in her hair, cared for. That poor little girl's dress was grey from playing in her old dress which was too big for her, running in joy with at least six big dogs running with her in their midst. They were obviously surrounding their little princess. Poor precious baby girl, but I praise God for the canine angels who watched over her.
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