I Shall Not Cry of Sorrow
I shall not cry on the shoulder that supports me,
I shall not weep for this sweet passing,
through the celebrations and pitfalls,
the heartaches and achievements,
joys and sorrows,
you gave me inner peace and spurred my creativeness.
Everything one touches becomes connected,
with every outreached hand of kindness
as a society,
and become one.
From connectivity we live on
in the teachings we pass to those still here
and the expressive creations we leave behind.
So I will not weep on this shoulder I lean on,
I will not cry over your passing
because you live on
in every one of my pen strokes,
each note I offer to the crowd,
every ounce of healing I give to someone.
Your energy surrounds
and consoles us,
even as we gather together
to say this bitter goodbye,
as you join the souls of our ancestors
whom hold us up at our worst
and light the way in our darkest hour.
in the maelstrom of life.
I can't cry on this shoulder you give me,
I won't weep from your passing,
for you could take what was discarded,
almost reinvent it
with a flourish of your whimsy.
Though you had gotten lost in your travel
it doesn't affect what you gave me,
for because of you,
alters the future,
EVERY MELODY I CREATE,
can destroy or build up what is our now,
and I want it to heal it.
So I shall not weep on the shoulder that holds me,
I shall not cry because you have left us,
for our time here is ours
and what we do with it,
how we touch the Earth is all that matters.
Passing is just the next step in life
that rebuilds the closeness of humanity.
In loving memory of Denise Ruth Wyllie May 2, 2017
Beloved Aunt, Mother, Sister.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2017