In Memory of Family TiesA Poem by Pen The WillowsA sort of "found" poem.I remember that I sat all morning in
the waiting room with Mama. I remember the
late afternoon light shining
through as I placed my
wrists to the
cold-as-heaven window pane.
I remember
thinking I was just like my
dear Mama as she and I sat, facing it
alone, waiting for
any news at all. I remember
thinking I would grow up to be
strong like her.
I have mixed
feelings about the young girl who loved a
man she called Daddy. She was angry when she was four
and she was on her
way to nowhere.
I
am not her. I do not remember him. I
have had to learn that he
was a big man. I
have had to learn he
named me Jane because
he believed I was his
gracious gift from God.
I
have had to learn what
he called me with affection. He
called me Cinderella. How
I got that name, I
cannot say. Who
made thee, daughter
of long ago?
Five
years have passed between that
December 21st when
we left, and
this, my last visit to
his grave. There
is nothing left here for
me, not really.
Farwell,
Fern Hill. It
was a crazy idea.
© 2015 Pen The WillowsAuthor's Note
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Added on December 1, 2015 Last Updated on December 1, 2015 AuthorPen The WillowsWAAboutI'm 18 years old and I'm in my sophomore year of college. Most of the writings archived on here are from when I was in middle school and high school, and they aren't really very good. I wasn't going t.. more..Writing
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