Day 8 – Writing 201 – – Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

  
Sour Candy
By: Linda A. Long

Warheads
Yellow Sour Patches Kids
How you bring tears
To my eyes
Beautiful tears of remembrance
Sitting on the bed
Face to face
With my sister
Sucking on
Warheads
Yellow Sour Patch Kids
Laughing at each other
While pursing our lips
They make me
Miss her more
Emotions flood my heart
As the sour flavor
Fills my mouth
She was
My sister
My mother
My friend
I was
Her sister
Her daughter
Her friend
Her caregiver
And finally
On that final day
In the hospital
I was her life taker
But she is free now
No longer
Restricted by
An uncooperative body
Free
Free to be
An angel
A butterfly
A ghost
A push at my back
A whisper in my ear
Free to be
She is free
Warheads
Yellow Sour Patch Kids
Always remind me
Of her sweet puckered face
And the way we laughed
When we ate sour candy
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2 Responses to Day 8 – Writing 201 – – Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

  1. lillian says:

    Oh my…..how did I miss your blog in this Writing 201 class? Just the blog title should have coaxed my fingers to tap the keys to your space here! πŸ™‚ So nice to meet you — and I will meander around a bit once I get my second cup of coffee this morning!

    This poem – beautiful. Exquisite. Poetry is all about making the connection with the reader — in addition to expressing ourselves on the page, right? And how that connection is made, or what the connection is, it’s the power of the words and, in some cases, the time/place/day (how’s that for enumeratio?). For me, this is an anniversary day — two years ago the love of my life (see my About) literally left this world — gone — for six minutes he was in some other time and place and universe. Shocked by to life (took two shocks by EMTs) he was rushed to hospital and into CICU. For me….it is a difficult day. BUT, I will celebrate tomorrow night — as the night he came back — and we’ve enjoyed two “bonus” wonderful years. Thankful for every day and for the angels along the way. Your poem…hit me today.
    I am so very sorry for your loss. Your words are so special here:

    Free to be
    An angel
    A butterfly
    A ghost
    A push at my back
    A whisper in my ear
    Free to be
    She is free
    are beautiful.

    May you feel her by your side throughout this day….tip your head a bit to one side and you’ll feel her on your shoulder…the angels are with us on our journey. I know that to be true.

  2. Lillian
    I am most grateful for your sincere thoughts. I’m touched by the story you shared and hope you get many more bonus years to share with the love of your life. So glad my poetry found you today and hope it offered some comfort. Love is a gift. I’m grateful for love in all aspects. I will go look at your blog now πŸ‘πŸ˜

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