Living a Special Kay Kind of Life: On Their Terms
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Searching for a rainbow buried underneath some storm clouds
Hard to do when visibility out there was low due to the fog
Managed to find something to latch onto after the recent dust up
A challenge when balance was a problem from the start
Finding common ground after rug being pulled out
Did a massive faceplant into an open carton of eggs
Shattered every single one into a folk filled face mask
Mixed with broken shells and sticky as anything
Lost all sense of hand-eye coordination and sense of calm
Balance has been shaky at best; unstable at its worst
Passage of time and extra sand in the universal hourglass
Helped to heal and properly patch up some of the emotional wounds
Ready to pick up where the karmic universe left off
Shrugging off the slight as life's latest dust up of the month
Our Special Kay always believed that there was always someone
Who had it worse than you did; so it was pointless to complain
Especially over spilled milk or some broken eggs in a carton
Those things were replaceable; people on the other hand aren't so much
Kay epitomized strength, confidence and humor to make you love her
Always blunt when it was necessary to be so
Said what we needed to hear; not always what we ideally wanted to hear
Told the truth, even if it garnered a few enemies at the latest party
Lover of the crustiest and softest bread ever made
Enjoyed a good Manhattan and winning at Wild Card Rummy
Adept at dispensing advice to her adult children and grandchildren
Someone who you could easily talk to; even if she did 95 percent of it
Wondered what you would say about recent events
Since she was no longer of this world for almost 10 months
Okay, she was still a part of us in the spiritual sense
Not the same as hearing her voice on the other end of the telephone
Secretly know she would say to pick yourself up and wipe off the crushed egg
Put a fresh coat of make-up warpaint and keep on living
You're not dead, yet.
There's still plenty time to live a good and happy life
Take a chance and don't give up
If you found happiness once, you can find it again
Believe in yourself and continue being yourself
Might sound like a greeting card, but it's still good advice regardless.
Comments
Lorna Lamon on November 22, 2019:
I was drawn into this wonderful poem from the start. Funny, poignant and honest it tells the story of loss, love and remembering all wrapped up in beautiful poetry.