Nearly a week
since my uncle passed
no words have sprung eloquent
from finger
nor tongue
son of a nation
deserted I am mourning you
small sad moments lengthened when there is opportunity
writing is hard
when there is so much to say
not enough page/stage/rage to hold it all
the latter years we grew close
you
in my living room
fixing locks
sockets
walls/beds you never rested in
always you traveled home
to my cousins
Tracey
Toya
Sherrel
they mourn you now
staccato
without the predictability of rhythm
life is a minefield
negotiated in opportunity
lilts
and hints at being better tomorrow
another lifetime maybe
another life lived
with its purpose hidden
locked into the secrets
of time and windows closed
to open them is to look square
in the eye of leaving one reality
for one unsure walls tumbling
brutal
my favorite uncle is dead
nothing to say
nothing to do
but twirl the whirling dirge
round and round the hibiscus bush
the lush flurry of leaves
alive
in the face of such indifference
the funeral is Sunday
but I am here
task set
and things to do
things to do
things
always to do
compassion comfort comes from unknown sources
forces that cammand you to feel better
through rainy weather and the clouds that come along with them
the hem of dresses and skirts
wet with tears
ruffled hearts during these moments
that bodies tend to own if they have an address or social sercurity number
but solidity is not a choice after a while and neither is fluidity
they are how you know that you will make it
though pain does not know faking it
so Ms. Chin I send my condolences to family and friends
i send a prayer up for you in my own way...i hope you and all yours, be well
Posted by: le'trice at April 16, 2005 03:06 PMMs. Chin.. you've inspired millions and of course this proud seed...see's your father as a blessing that will always be..through thoughts and actions out of what he sprouted you to be ..Ja'Bless I pray for your courage strangth and Family...PEACE and LOVE my condolences luved 1...
Posted by: Tameka at April 18, 2005 10:31 PM