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KEEPSAKES
Every July before the school year began I’d go through my children’s closet and have them try on last year’s clothes. I’d give away clothes that were too small and make a note of what new ones they needed. I’d also go through their toys, assessing which ones they played with and which toys they never touched. My youngest son hated to throw any of his things away. He and I would go back and forth, never agreeing on what should go and what should stay. In secret I would laugh about it. One day I sat down and wrote this poem. Though it is many years later, I still smile when I read this. Where in the world did those years go?
KEEPSAKES
All my things are valuable
All my things are storable
Mom thinks it’s laughable
Keepsakes I deem adorable
It’s funny how we go
through all my things so slow
and choose the ones that show
signs that they should go
As soon as she departs
I go back and start
to go through all my things
my keepsakes dear to heart
Two weeks it takes for her
to return and renew her search
and find that I have kept
my keepsakes that she left
In depth I try to explain
conveying all my pain
that is stirred deep inside
when my keepsakes aren’t retained
She says, “It’s a pile of junk”
I say, “Buy me a trunk”
“There’s no room,” she insists
“You must get rid of this!”
So here we go again
sifting through all my things
but with a strategy in mind
I intend to keep all that I will hide.
Dedicated to my son, Aris Joseph
Written November 15, 1995
Revised September 10, 2013
Copyrighted
All rights reserved
Listen …
There comes a time, at least once a day, things trouble you. God has blessed a man with the ability to put poetry in motion through his music. Meet Harry Gregson Williams. He is the artist behind many movie soundtracks and his work of art speaks for itself. Below is one of many of his beautiful artworks. It is titled “Smiling,” and the title, like the music, is perfect. This keeps me inspired when I’m overwhelmed, calms me when I’m upset. It brings me back to a spiritual place where God wants me to be. What would we do without His grace? As this beautiful work soothes me, I easily imagine I’m on the wings of an eagle soaring over God’s landscape right before the angels escort me to heaven. Endlessly, I Listen…
“Smiling” by Harry Gregson Williams
Taken from the movie “Man on Fire” soundtrack
Please come back and visit as often as you like.
Donna B. Comeaux
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet
A Ray of Hope
Alone and think that no one cares
I crept inside my darkest lair
Midnight became my covering
For all my sorrows and despairs.
I picked at every speck of light
I thought I saw throughout the night
And tried to cover more of me
With all the night I thought I’d need.
But that speck of light would not
Depart my lair, so I stood up
And reached as far as I could
And found that you, not I, who stood.
Your hand propped up my feeble spine
Your voice began to fill my mind
You talked all day and thru the night
Until all darkness gone from sight.
You lifted up one foot of mine
The other came without much prying
I looked deep within my dark dim room
But could not find it or the gloom.
I’m not quite sure I remember what
It was that meant so very much
All I know for sure right now
I’m alive, have hope, and to you I bow.
by Donna B. Comeaux
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet
Copyright Pending
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The Journey
What is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
This scary thing unknown that gives my heart a tug
Is it memories lost with time and years I can’t retrieve
Or is it slothful death or a body wretched with disease
Could it be the notion of sleeping through it all
And death has said “Hello” and eased us through the call
Or could it be those fantasies of living happily ever after
Ignoring all reality, never mindful there’s another chapter
What exactly is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
That makes me cry a tear for those I’ve chosen to love
What makes this task a struggle, unbearable to think of
Keeping me in a daze until time pushes me with a shove
Why can’t one day this sorrow be looked upon anew
With fresh new eyes as the morning greets the dew
Like the newness of the rose that slowly blooms in spring
Or like the summer heat that makes us wishful for the rain
Why can’t the inevitable be looked upon with grace
As if a handsome prince came and brushed a kiss upon my face
Or liken to a new mother shedding tears of joy in birth
Why can’t death mimic life, and not be a morbid curse
As March eases into spring and April brings forth her rain
And the earth exhales its life and everything is renewed again
Remember the precious moments that all add up to years
That extend beyond death, filling us with hope far beyond our fears.
by Donna B. Comeaux
Rewritten and Revised for
Verlender Comeaux Lee
August 28, 2013
All rights reserved
Copyright Pending
NOTE: Verlender Comeaux Lee was Glenn’s aunt (my husband). She died Sunday, August 25, 2013. Keep us in your prayers. This is the fourth funeral in two years.