There are
traces of everyone I have ever loved,
Things I
could never let go of.
The sound of
laughter,
The taste of
tears,
The way he
smiled.
A scent that
reminds me of one,
A song that
brings me back to another.
Voices that
still haunt me,
Others that
bring comfort.
Each is a
part of who I have become.
I carry
these pieces in my heart,
The DNA of
each lover imprinted on my cells.
The light of
every star that formed them,
Mixed with
the starlight of my own soul.
Is it any
wonder that I cannot turn loose of these parts of myself,
Made from
the traces of others?
I keep each
one safe inside, a part of me forever,
A big
swirling mass of LOVE
That has created and defined what I am.
2 comments:
Rishell, you have always had a way with words; a way of looking at things that is unique and an ability to share that outlook with others. What a gift!
I was just thinking about you as I put a pot of split peas on the stove for soup. I will be adding potatoes later on; a tip you shared with me in Wauconda. Every time I make this soup I think of my mother who first taught and of you who expanded my ideas.
I came here to your blog, hoping to see some new poetry and wow, this one is wonderful and really expresses a lot of what I feel too. It's beautiful, thank you Rishell.
Connie Fenner
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