16:22 Dec 25 2021
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I want to wish everyone a Merry Holiday in respect of however you celebrate the day. I want to share something with you all. It's a poem Irene and I wrote together one time when she was in the hospital. This Christmas is hard for me. Anyways, I hope the words might touch someone here. This poem was about our story, our journey. Even though she is gone I will keep our story alive. I love you, Irene.
A poem we wrote together while she was in the hospital:
Imagine
By Liliancat and Dakotah
If we preserved our memories in candies… Each one, each flavor,
Releasing a specific other time back into our minds.
Bags of winter nights all minty fresh, first kisses, that time you skinned your knee.
The painful days would slice your tongue that candy way.
The days we don’t recall would be the ones we ate unconscious,
Half a bagful disappeared without our noticing.
Rich chocolate of love, the peppermint of anger,
The anise rum of jealous rage, the coconut of sorrow.
We’d grow bloated on the past.
Some memories, like any other memory, would surface
From the cushions of a couch, sticky, pasted over
Dust and hair and scraps of paper wrapping, and we’d hold them
Pondering whether they are sweet, or just the flavor of regret.
A single stagnant drop of sugar, caught and coalesced and cooked to crystal shine.
It’s fricative and fresh, this lump or lolly, taffy, toffee, gumdrop, goo or fairy dust.
It conjures summers, jujubes and dimes. A stick of pixie, lips of wax, and time
To race about, the dog at heel, the swarm of kids, the tinkling ice cream truck, the sweat.
The sweet is sharp; your tongue gets bumps. A crack can catch your gums, cut you, leave wounds as small
As any cut inside your mouth: enormous, one more thing to suck on, strawberry.
We face the same hard choice every day: to crunch would be to hurry it along.
It’s sweeter far to savor sweets and time before the time and sweets are soft, then gone.
COMMENTS
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LORDMOGY
19:40 Dec 25 2021
EstrangedOne
03:38 Dec 26 2021
Either way; a beautiful piece of work, Dakotah.