Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Grandma,
You always reminded me that I came into this world during a windstorm, and I can’t help but find comfort that you left this world during one too. Your songs from my childhood mean the world to me, I found so much comfort in your voice... the last song you sang to me was “Ramblin Rose”... it couldn’t be more perfect. Thank you g for everything! I love you!
Wild and Wind-Blown
By, Brianna
Sing me a song.
Whistle along,
Blowing, and rushing, and pressing on
The wind
So constant, today, and so strong
Like my tears rolling,
As my heart beats along.
Banging, howling
It sings it’s song!
Sweeping back and forth,
The trees dance along.
A constant reminder of where I belong
“They call her the breeze”
I can hear in your song.
Your forever with me...
Embraced by the soft gentle hum.
Wind- sing me a song!
Remind me the words,
Or make it up as you go along,
Life is a rhythm,
Take it easy, sing along.
If you forget the words, Breezy,
Listen to the windstorm.
Blowing and rushing,
The wind presses on!
There’s strength to admire,
In the force of the wind
Drying up tear drops
That rest on my chin.
Lean into its sounds,
Find comfort in the storm.
A reminder of the strength,
From which you were born
Wind sing me a song,
To remind me of her!
The sound of her laughter,
The hum of her words.
Lift up her soul, as you brought me mine,
Carry her onward
Yet, leave me behind,
Her songs, in your rhythm,
Forever are mine.
Blowing, and rushing, and humming to me, of rambling roses—
that have been set free.
All day,
And all night
The wind Sings to me.
(November 8, 2017)
