Amelia by Carol Miller (National Poetry Month)

[dragonyphoenix]

Carol was a friend who, unfortunately, died much too young. As my last entry for National Poetry Month, I present one of her poems: Ameila.

Amelia by Carol Miller

                                                                                                                 In memory of Betty Schneider

It wasn't all
that long ago
you left the atmosphere:
I'm standing where
I stood with you -
I stand alone down here.
I pace the beach,
watching the sky -
you left with -
out a word,
didn't wave goodbye.
Flight was freedom,
sky was heart -
you traveled by
instinct, not
someone else's chart.
Those who knew you
best
are the ones who
miss you most;
we don't boast of
knowing you -
we are grateful
for being blessed,
when the skies
are threatening
& I'm
not feeling strong -
I know that
                                    Amelia's
here:                            Amelia's
been here all along.
When I wonder
what has happened
to the one
who loved me
most -
I know Amelia
sits out the storm
somewhere off
                                    the
coast.
Amelia, if you've
found peace
I have found
                                    peace
too -
Amelia, if you
hear me,
this is for,
this
            is
                        for
                                    you...

Comments

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Carol did write wonderful poetry. I think this one refers to Amelia Earhart, whom Carol was a huge fan of. So much so that she even used to correspond with the woman who ran the Ameilia Earhart museum!

I've been crying lately myself, but because of my cat, who died in early March. It had brought up other deaths though, like my Mom. ;-(

[spikesjojo.livejournal.com]

I hate to say it, but in some ways losing an animal can be harder than losing a person. I really grieved when my dad died - but I also really grieved when our dog who was hit by a car a few month later. I loved my dad, but he wasn't part of my daily life, and every second I was home I missed Rascle (named by my younger daughter). Or at the grocery store.

{{hug}} I've lost a lot of people, too. Time does help - but nothing makes it go away.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

That makes a lot of sense. Mom lived all the way across the country; I saw here once a year, at Christmas. My cat - every time I came home I would walk in the door, shout "kitty" and go over and hug her. She was a surprisingly patient cat, especially given how skittish she was when I first got her!