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Kaitlyn Elam Poem
The wind was howling
The trees were growling
I'm torn between polar opposites of emotions.
One part of me this memory makes my skin crawl and there’s lingering grief that holds a seat at the dinner table . Then there’s the other half of me that is filled with some comfort that my cousin Brittany was present for my birthday .
When I was in second grade my cousin appeared with her husband at the time to be present for my birthday celebration . She sang like an angel. The harmony was untouchable . I’ll never forget her voice, the voice of an angel . She would play the piano and it would echo beautiful melodies through the hallway into the kitchen. A familiar sound I grew up with in my aunt's home. My mind is stuck replaying this memory when I hold this beautiful soft blanket in my hands . I think of her. The hearts represent her kind loving spirit, the softness of the blanket represents her tender caring heart . Her life was taken away like quick sand . This was the first and last time I saw her . I met her husband the same day too. There was tension in the air at the end of the night that you could cut with a knife ,this gave me a fright. There was discomfort in my body telling me something wasn’t right . Even as a little girl my intuition was strong and I could see he was the dark cloud dimming her light. Eventually her light was blown out from the overwhelming darkness of his spirit . She tried to escape him but he couldn’t let her go and may 10,2011 she had to say goodbye . A man filled with greed and jealousy couldn’t live without this light so he took her away from everyone she loved, everyone she knew . I still hear her voice in my head distant now but her memory and essence will rain true .She’s forever 27 .
My angel in heaven.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Elam | Year Posted 2025
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Kaitlyn Elam Poem
Today, I see my brisk, cold breath, a shadow in front of my face, as I slowly come to terms with the fact that our summer season is leaving without a trace. The summer fruits are losing their taste and beginning to wither, no longer juicy and sweet, but only bitter.
The watermelon has lost its sweetness, I so desire.
I will have to consider the idea of completely changing my attire.
I’ll wave farewell to the warm beaches and sun-kissed skin.
I’ll soon be back to my porcelain complexion once again
So long to the hyper focus of wanting to be thin
Adieu to the crop tops and dresses breezing through the wind.
Sitting back and soaking in each warm day till our summer comes to an end.
I won’t be dancing around the sunflowers that have so gracefully bloomed time and time again.
They’ve made their presence known, stocky and green, towering over me with their heavy leaves and prickly spines
They are so divine with vibrant yellow petals that shine like the sun.
Growing in rows one by one
Bobbing and weaving through the fields, I could capture photos
and smile with each one surrounded by its rich brown centers filled with seeds
How they fill my heart with so much glee
My grandma passed two summers ago, and every sunflower is a reminder of her presence that softens my sorrow. through every flower that blooms, there's a warmth in my heart that I consume
A loving symbol through nature, my grandma’s always here
I’ll miss the flowers in bloom illuminated through the windows in my room.
The gloomy days are coming soon
The leaves will begin to fall, raining from the trees, green and tall
Our leaves will cover the ground and turn a burnt orange and brown
Tree branches will be bare like a lady without any hair.
The sandals will rest on my shelf
collecting dust till the next warm season comes through
I’ll soon find fleece sweaters for myself
Thick wool socks and long pants, too.
The sky will turn a deep, dark hue of blue
Rain will thunder down
Lightning will pierce the sky and
Summer will soon have to say goodbye.
I will send kisses to the sky till we meet again
Goodbye, Summer, my old friend.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Elam | Year Posted 2025
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