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dragonyphoenix ([personal profile] dragonyphoenix) wrote2012-04-30 01:57 pm
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Amelia by Carol Miller (National Poetry Month)


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...



[identity profile] spikesjojo.livejournal.com 2012-05-02 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2012-05-02 00:02 (UTC)

[identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com 2012-05-02 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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!