rebecca

poem for rebecca, she is missed (my sister passed away at the age of 30 from breast cancer and it will never stop hurting, this is for her.)

Rebecca,

I miss your eyes, they keep me steady.

It stings when I see their color in the leaves.

Breathing in glass, as I think of you.

It hurts to smile, but I put on the face.

To be the back bone, the example.

Always the example.. way too deep....

Under,

Under,

I breathe smoothly now, but my lungs are full of glass.

Author's Note

ignore grammer, this is all for feelings to be released,

Reviews

[barleygirl]

When I look at your presence here at the café, I would guess that you don't have a lot of confidence in your writing. Your profile is a rather self-debasing way of re-phrasing the old saying: turn our anguish into art. And that's exactly what you've done here. These aren't words about your boring problems & there is no grammar problem to be apologetic about in your authors note. I encourage you to present yourself & your writing with more confidence, please! You deserve to be proud of your writing, which is intense, originally-stated, & artfully-crafted. Your imagery is strong, covering many of the senses, & your metaphors are well-chosen & powerful. I hope you will be posting more soon! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[phiaxann]

This made me so happy to read, thank you SO much... Much appreciated words, I really look forward to sharing more, and also reading more of your work!

[Chris Shaw]

"Breathing in glass as I think of you". That line is so descriptive of the pain you must be experiencing as a result of the loss of your sister from breast cancer. May Rebecca RIP and may peace come to you in your grief.

Chris

[phiaxann]

Thank you so much, your words made my day!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome, and take care of yourself while you grieve.