Almedia Knight Oliver
A Soliloquy: Today, Tomorrow...And Tomorrow - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
I know my time want be long…
Sitting in limbo shored up by life's complexities, laking
the faith that was taught to heavily lean on, and life's
ripples and waves challenging me to ride.
Now I'm missing my sister's laugh, as well as her frowns and sighs.
Where gone her light. Can't see her point finger signaling bright lights
big city, as Jimmy Reed harp, and wine going right to her head.
Nowadays, I'll miss your late night phone calls and your moans. I'll walk
the streets you can't walk; cry the cries you can't cry: dance the dances
you can't dance. I'll miss your fingers playing the piano and hearing your songs.
I'll miss your buttery cornbread baked from scratch, even shed oceans of tears for your Fears and stir their den, chasing them away, as well as, everyone of those pesky phobias that you couldn't keep at bay.
Sis! My ubiquitous spirit guide tells me to pay attention to 4 sisters who live and die as one…Momma made this truth for us to keep shinning like diamonds until we die.
In each last day, family will circle each bed; wrangling hands, throwing back heads trying to make sense of the mess we made.
Momma and Papa are long gone to dust. Can we sift and strain to separate
the basics of their mess? An unanswerable question to which they left to
5 boys lone gone who left us all their mess, and Sis Ira, your nevertheless.
Now, can only 3 hearts left equal hearts of nine?
Now, how can love of 3 equal all those broken hearts and wringing hands?
Are the cries of 3 sufficient for forgiveness for those before, too?
We-3 know too well, we lack fear for now and time to come we do declare:
We've climbed the mountains and leaving our bumps.
We've weathered storm leaving dry for weathering own.
We've blundered in darkness, now, leaving those behind light.
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By Almedia Knight-Olive
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