For Xuani, Ash, and Hiram Lawrence Jr.
Precious Things
I had her name traced above my heart
Cupped my belly, feeling the spark
Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry
Her breath a butterfly
Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing
Oh you precious thing
And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist
Delicate letters, a secret script
A reminder of what is precious, and what is not
And hearing that, I smiled and thought
Of all the songs he used to sing
Oh this precious thing
I remember one song, such a simple little rhyme
How does it go? Once upon a time…
There was a child, a light
Burning wild, burning bright
Gunfire erupted in the night
Where are you now, Reverend King?
Good bye, you precious thing
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
A beautiful poem...
But such sadness.
Beautiful, now pass me a tissue. Miss Kitty Meow approves too.
Wonderfully done, Sprite. It can be brutally hard, trying to make sense of it all in what often seems like a senseless world...
Thank the Fates that there are good souls like you out there making the effort, inspiring the rest of us to do the same.
I've read this Lord knows how many times now and every time it still has the same impact. Not much can make me cry, but this just gets me. Once again, thank you for this beautiful poem.
Reaching for tissues...
This was just the sweetest and most beautiful thing I've ever read. Something really worth saving and committing to memory.
Truly a precious kind of gift.
Thank you. XO
well scripted good imagery love is never crule just so bitter sweet we rool with the punches have you shown your muse this do you dare?
I do enjoy the rhythm of your poetic flow.
Thanks for sharing this piece.
" 'He rubbed her shoulders sensually,' what the Hell is that? That isn't sexy. You can't do somebody in the shoulder!"
Precious things are children and animals who are innocent of what the world has become
Heartbreakingly beautiful