Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Blessings


All the pleasantries of this day
I shall never be able to explain.
For mere words are non-existent as to
what in my memory will remain.

I have my wonderful husband to thank
and my son too.
They understood what this meant to me
and endured every minute through
a time in my past that has presented itself
to help me understand
that who I am is a soul on this earth
trying to understand God's plan.

If only for a few moments the plan God had for me
became so very clear that in my heart
silently, I knew that I'd been blessed
in the past and in the present
and I don't understand the why?

But that is not important to me.
All that matters is this,
that I am a soul in the universe
and will never, ever die.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

My latest visit to London took me to Keats House, where I was told that tis is where I lived as Fannie Brawne with him. He has been channeling poetry to me for 5 years now. I was told this by a world reknowned psychic and every one of my 3,000 poems have kept me alive. Thank you Mr. Keats. Sincerely, Edwina Reizer once Fannie Brawne in a past lifetime.

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