I haven’t written poetry in quite some time, but I’ve been feeling more reflective lately so I decided to spend today’s simple pleasure summarizing my thoughts in a poem.
Scouting the crest because that will save us.
Forecasting evaluating preventing all harms.
And still death—crumbled leaves and a chill in the air—encircled us.
Holding on fondly in pious regret for what’s been.
Cherished tokens, our hands shaking to cradle.
But rain dirt sun wind will blot out any trace of our footfalls.
Here—in snowdrift, puddle, wilted flower or fresh forest—as we are.
Before and after hallucinations our minds concoct.
Within each heartbeat and breath, whole universes dawn, descend and are reborn.
My Daily Remembrance cards are designed to get me thinking about the past in a way that promotes healing and acceptance. For today’s prompt, I focused on someone who had a positive influence on my life. The individual, let’s call her Susan, was a middle-aged single neighbor of mine growing up. She lived by herself in a nearby apartment and allowed me to come over on occasion to chat.
What endeared Susan to me was that on one of my birthdays, she gave me a gift a day for every year of my age. I was a child most people overlooked because I was extremely quiet and shy. I was painfully self-conscious and lacked the social skills needed to make good conversation. To have someone not only see me, but see me enough to care and to go out of her way for me, meant the world to me.
I kept each of her gifts and felt a sense of connection whenever I saw them. One of my favorites was a series of piggy-banks in bright colors and shapes. (I loved anything rainbow as a child, so discovering I was part of the queer community felt only natural!). I unfortunately lost the physical objects when I had to cut ties with my family of origin, but the memory of those excited moments of wondering what treasure I would get the next day has stuck with me.
I tried to pass on the good feelings with a similar process of gift-giving to a friend of mine after a loss, but it wasn’t well-received (complicated story). I think it isn’t the exact specifications of gift-giving that matter so much, but rather the spirit of generosity and thoughtfulness from which I want to learn. Who gave you a gift that really meant something to you? Who have you known personally who has inspired you?