A Poem in Memory, By Joy Aletheia Stevens
I call myself a writer,
But sometimes I don’t know what to write.
Words seem to falter,
Locked inside up tight.
There are some people in your life
That are not only a part,
But something more, deep inside,
At the center of a heart.
They not only claim an influence,
Not only part of a mold,
But with even more affluence:
They are intrinsic, it can be told.
And that is what she is to me,
This woman I’ve held so dear,
Not just in my memory,
But a part of my heart, and near.
She gave me so many things,
Not things that one could hold,
But rather the deep parts that make me sing,
And a poet’s heart unfolds.
She was bold and she was wild,
And always spoke her mind.
She had the dreamscapes of a child,
But also wisdom, you would find
She gave me voice and poetry,
And love and laughter too,
And as I count her legacy
It is a humbling view.
Deep inside her heart of hearts
She was an elegant soul.
A lover of beauty in all it’s parts,
Peace is what made her feel whole.
But with status quo she wasn’t satisfied,
She had to know and be and do.
From hard things she’d never hide,
And she always had her own view.
She was poetry and song, spunk and beauty,
Personified in one role.
Loving her was pleasure, not duty.
My Grandma, her beautiful soul.
And so of course my voice falters
As I seek to say goodbye,
And tears will fall, many waters,
But I have hope inside.
I’ll see you again, you’ll be by my side,
I know it deep in my soul.
Until then I carry you deep inside.
But for now, you Beauty, you are whole!
At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. then he fell to the ground in worship. and said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.” Job 1:20-21
My heart has hurt and my words have stilled in grief over this last little wile. I post this in honor of my Grandmother.
Have fun singing in the choir Grandma. I will see you again.