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She’ll always be our family’s valedictorian of sight…
For
She was the no nonsense type of woman who gave all of her love and insight to the world…
That was her gift, her sight and God’s sun that shinned through her… known as the light.
Hattie is our family’s pillar of strength;
Our educator of many lessons learned…
The type…
Who’d go the extra mile, the width, the distance and length; in insuring our family’s security, history, legacy; as well as other lesson’s passed down through the years …and now she leaves us with a scale from one… right down to her last lesson of the tenth.
And As
We come together as a family in the memories of Hattie…
We’ve all come to the conclusions of being blessed in having our own personal relationships with her that was meant to be; and with that in mind…
Her eyes of beauty will always shine through and within us; for all to remember and see.
And now that
She’s looking down upon us proudly… she’s happy to have engraved her individual and personal memories down within your hearts, minds and souls.
For
This is the biggest lesson that she leaves behind; her own personal legacies of personal stories with you to cherish; her own personal touch for which she alone and personally chose.
And now,
The heavens have opened up for Hattie and now she’s received her wings; with the angels rejoicing and singing.
Can’t you all see?
For this is what she envisioned her legacy, vision and happiness of memories with you to be;
A wonderful spirit of the wise
With the glimpse of looking through her eyes, so you can see
Her touch of class that will never die…
And lastly, “THE BEAUTIFUL EYES OF HATTIE”.
Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.
A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
And sanctified by Grace’s cooling breath instilled –
No element or creature could have that body killed;
After the fall of Adam, it became
A dark vessel made of coal, with moisture filled.
Coal must become a diamond, holy flame…
It shall resurrect as soul’s own state may claim:
Transfigured, with a new blessed name,
Or in continuously deepening and endless shame.
What is worthless is destroyed by fire
And is scattered by the wind;
Freeing the trapped most pure light,
Forcing diamond's facets shinned.
When silence is the radiance of soul,
And every earthly voice at last is dumb –
The time will roll up like a scroll
And the Eternity will come.
Watch me fall apart,
Watch me burn to ashes.
As stubborn as my daughter can be
She wouldn't move
She stayed in her room and cried
I peeked inside her room
And imagined I would see a young doe
Wide-eyed and with tears
Peeking back at me between the trees
Instead, I saw her Barbie Dolls holding the fort, angrily
Standing guard around her bed
With her teddy bear and my daughter
Hiding under the covers
What was supposed to be her first day of school
With her new dress, new shoes, and new backpack ready
She wouldn't move
For she was scarred
Like a shaking tree
And we were both lost in the forest of our lives
With her tree scheduled to branch
And stretch and grow
But didn't, momentarily
Between us, we were both getting schooled in life
And nature
And the fortress that was hard to overcome
For there stood a mountain that wouldn't move
And a mountain that needed to be moved
One pebble, one stone, one boulder, one hill
At a time, motherly, and patiently
For I was the one who was up for the challenge
Of moving that first pebble
For I called her school and doctor for help
That saw me on the altar of my life
Praying that there be a clearing
A path out of the lost forest
With bluer skies ahead of us
With the unmoveable mountain being an aberration
On that second day
The sun indeed shinned
She took that first step
With her Barbie Dolls beautiful again
I would like to be able to repay you
For everything that you've done.
But I doubt that I will live long enough
Because that list goes on and on.
You have been my angel,
My soulmate, and best friend.
And when my hearts been broken,
It was you who helped it mend.
When nobody else was there, you were.
To See me laugh, yell, and cry.
Everyone else has come and gone
While you have stood by my side.
And watched every single year
slowly pass us by.
You have always made me feel special.
And no- not like that.
I know about your kind!
Even when you were difficult-
Just because.
It wasn't the sun
but, you who shinned.
When nobody else could make me listen.
You were my voice of reason.
You reminded me of who I was,
You gave me something to believe in.
That something special in you.
That could melt my fears away.
And every time I've gotten myself
completely lost.
You held out your tender hand
and helped me find my way.
For always taking my side.
Regardless if I was right or wrong.
For accepting me, and my faults, just the same.
For always letting me belong.
For all the laughs and cherished memories.
All the moments I'll never forget.
For all the nights you held me closely,
completing me as I slept.
For everything that you've done for me
Thank you just doesn't seem to fit.
You mean more to me than you'll ever know.
I love you always and forever-
And nothing
could ever make me quit!
When Peg laughs like Liz
deep woman-hearted laugh
eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde
the good hearts and smarts of women
come back to me, not guessing
any better than they at the time what love
meant, leaving them behind in sandstone time
going to my own cement, sandstone
or good mountain grave
having seen the sharp-shinned and sparrow
hawk flying and at rest, not at peace,
seeking prey from a ponderosa snag.
I left my woman behind to float
alone down the long canyon for feathers
and signs, she's making camp
the moon half full, the sun half high
sky full of planets birds and stars
I look up from the rocks
elements
housekeeping, thinking
love that's learned to love
from earlier loves
laughs remembered, heard
in the laugh of the woman who is my wife.
Xiou Xue
‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal, Made in a kitchen which all pests have vacated.
Weariness blinkered, Pa contends, In a haze for contentment, in tobacco & drink.
A vision become probable, neon signs wink to her, Negative gains still seem to offer fulfilment of dreams.
Desolate in the dark room, prospects evaporate. Scenes of homely environments bridge bitter memories.
Jesus answers, She phones, They touch, Tobacco fades, Hopes rise, Christ lives.
Beijing Hutongs.
(Old alleys & narrow streets.)
Grey dust over all the piles of food waste, Snow Bikes & barrows. No flies no smell!
Wind chills’ no deterrent to sellers or window gazers. The tourist shivers alienated by culture.
Shoes happily shinned, smiles warm. The barterers laugh. Do half-hidden homes reflect the same?
Will it be from tribulation that shall cause us to separate
The stress of a situation causing us to chose such a fate
Each day brings a new trial weighing upon our shoulders
As there, just underneath, that pile of ash just smolders
Or will it be in distress that one day could take us away
Being the center of such a mess could cause us to stray
In not seeing anyway out, seeing it from your own eyes
Being so filled up with doubt you might not even realize
Or will it be in persecution, in so going about your way
It's a very slow dilution as from side to side you sway
Or Perhaps a famine, complete peril, even the sword
Don't ever let satan win by keeping you from our Lord
Keep your armor shinned and stay close to the flock
Your heart, mind and soul aligned just let him knock
Know Who you're serving and how He holds you dear
Not that we are deserving but His Message is clear
Romans 8:35 (KJV
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution,
or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?”)
I never ask for anything
that I don’t need,
I never beg,
I never shout,
I never pout.
I’m like a bird
with no wings
or no rout.
Giving money,
giving clothes,
giving everything that’s around you
and the closest to you,
but far nowhere near
the thought of giving support.
The money,
the nickels,
the dimes,
all of what can’t replace time
is the opposite of believing
in a single soul.
My mindset and motivation
doesn’t always run on money,
it runs on belief
and that is what keeps my engine going
during the hard times
of the storms and the clouds.
When I’m finally ready,
I will be shinny
more than the sun
has ever shinned
in front of the crowds.
I never do ask for what I need
because God already gave me
all of what I needed
deep down in my soul,
my heart,
and all of what’s around me—
the roof over my head
and a beautiful women
to motivate me,
to keep my engine going,
and to fight for what will be
forever ours in the future
and for what all we have left
on this earth.
Poets' Playground
We can hide from life with umbrellas
of daisies.
Walk in forests pretending we are
cute as squirrels.
But, alas we live in a real world.
You know~ the one we fly above?
Where life is all about turtledoves?
And yes,alas eternal love.
Reality smacks us in the face!
We hide from it, as if it were a
disgrace.
Fearful to pen the truth about life.
We,like pre-school children, with
shinned knees, and running noses
fying kites and kissing our muses?
We don't cry when our dolls do
break.
We do wail when loved ones turn
our carriages shake,
Best way to get attention here, is
for you to feign illness.
Aha, that magic trick children love to
play!
Then come back well..,beware the
poet turned health-snake.
10/29//2019