~Butterfly effect~

_this is not goodbye, love you to the moon and back, miss you more than life itself ♥♥

You can't flutter by, 

  and not affect everyone

   you've so graciously touched,

heart of gold wrapped 

   in ethereal veiled wings of strength

we gazed upon your emboldened flight

     right from the beginning of time

blustering storms now overshadowed,

     cast in your onward flight

yet, so bittersweet you've risen

     above the ashen earth's rebound

destined for skies of brilliance

   free from ambivalence's rhyme

awash in your splendor of glory

  overcoming in your wayward graces,

what may be is still a mystery

   to all of those who believe,

tomorrow's whispering promises linger

       on a zephyr quietly awaiting ~

~you can't flutterby and not affect everyone you've touched~

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” 
― Rose Kennedy

Author's Note

Reviews

[therisa]

Oh Frieda, of all of your poetry, you have written for, or about your sister, this one is very special, in the way, you have written the perfect eulogy for her. I hope, when my time comes, I have someone like you, to tell the world, who I was, as a person, a friend and a sister, to them. Thank you, for sharing this poem, with us.

[Frieda P]

You're back, thanks for your kind review therisa, so nice to see you again.

[therisa]

Your welcome, and thank you, Frieda. Been struggling with my latest anti-depressant/anxiety med, since mid-June, which has left me, apartment bound, with severe agoraphobia and anxiety attacks.

[Frieda P]

Oh that doesn't sound good, chin up and hang in there therisa.

[therisa]

It isn't, Frieda, but has provided a lot of poetry, written over the past 5 weeks. Not sure, what to do with these poems. To hide them, in my don't post file or share a limited few, with the greater world.

[Frieda P]

You should share them, there's always someone out there who can relate, I think poetry makes us feel less alone in our darkest hours.

[therisa]

Sigh, have 96 poems to transcribe first, before I can do anything with them. Not a task, I'm looking forward to. We'll see, Frieda.

[willweb]

This is so sad Frieda P. Not really sure what has prompted this but it touches my heart. This is beautiful though sad. I really enjoyed this today.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Will.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jo Rose Kennedy got it right but one has to stop picking at the scabs to let them become scar tissue. As always a brilliant and emotional write full of pathos and brittle emotions.

[Frieda P]

You don't pick at them, they pick at you John...thanks.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Not true........................stop

[Frieda P]

Don't start with me, not about this....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It is my job to do so my Lady!

[Frieda P]

You're fired John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So cruel, so very cruel. How will I feed the kids?

[Frieda P]

Your kids are old enough to feed themselves dear.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah Ok yes just noticed they are not in their beds so they must have lol!

[Frieda P]

Go back to sleep John....you're delirious.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes it must be the intoxicating company lol!

[Frieda P]

How can you be such a romantic poet and a cad at the same time?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cad where did that come from my Lady?

[Frieda P]

It sounded better than dastardly....

[AprilRN1210]

need my help ma'am?....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh hell gone...............!

[Frieda P]

You hold him, I'll slap him upside the head....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Withdrawing a safe distance under health and safety rules of the Cafe.

[AprilRN1210]

done... go for it... well trained in restraining from work, so this can be fun... want a painful hold or just a teasing one?... lol

[Frieda P]

What do you think?

[AprilRN1210]

lmao... done... I love the surprised look when a tiny thing like me makes them cry... :)