An Amazing Writer’s Journey Though Poetry

I want to first thank Ingrid Jennings for the opportunity to post on her blog.


I have been writing poetry as long as I can remember; I guess I stopped, thinking that no one was really interested in the way I express my inner self. Last year, however, that changed for me; my sister died unexpectedly. In my grief and frustration, I began writing about her. I found it invigorating to share my sister with others; and the response was overwhelming. I was humbled by the out pouring of support.


We have always communicated in rhythm. From the moment a baby takes its first breath; we are singing and humming, with the knowledge that the vibration will calm this child; who has never uttered a single word. We communicate with rhythm; swaying to music, rocking in a chair, in song or melody; or in a prose which we find comforting.


Poetry is a part of all of our lives; even if we call it by a different name. I feel so honored that people take time to read what I have written; it is a blessing that I am proud to share with the world. My largest prayer would be that my words may open up inner thoughts and we can make this world a better place for all of us. Hopefully, we will find that even in our heartache; the lessons can come shining through.


Next week is my sister’s birthday; in memory of her, I hope to share a part of her with you. I hope you an excerpt from my most recent book, Petals of Peace.


http://myraysmarket.com/Petals_of_Peace.php


Thank You,


L.M. Young                                                                                                                  


My Memory of You

I often wish you were still here


But when I pause for a while


I remember my life fulfilled


Memories by the mile


I remember the funny things you said


Even using some of it now


Hoping to share your sweet love


Through my grief some how


I still yearn to escape


To your loving abode


Enjoying your take on life


The stories you told


Will anyone really ever


Hear the angel in your voice


Now it seems as if


There isn’t much choice


I miss your melodic harmony


Chased down with that smile


Blue eyes sparkling and dancing


In a world gone wild


It’s funny the things


We all take for granted


Saying words…doing harm


Things can’t be recanted


I laugh to myself when


I call to you in a dream


Seeming even in slumber


God knows what you mean


He sends you when I’m weary


Can’t seem to find my way


Reminding me to be thankful


For new memories I’ve made


So true you aren’t in them


But lucky for others and me


You are felt all around


Like the bark on my tree


Remember the story I told you


About people and a tree


Fruit and leaves are temporary


It’s the roots which ground me


You were always my root


Holding me steady and strong


Keeping my eyes on God


Right where they belonged


You are and were


My truest best friend


Which God bonded in blood


Were there til the end


And while my heart still aches


Over the loss of my sister my friend


I hold you closer still


With every memory I spend


For every memory I lend out


Reminds me that I didn’t lose at all


Instead of focusing on a broken heart


I’ve built a memory wall


Maybe are broken hearted tooSo those who need it


They can come and smile


At my memory of you

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Published on October 10, 2012 06:56
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