Jenny, I always miss you the most when Halloween rolls around. You loved it so much and it is a time of the year so typical of your vibrant and fun personality. Not to mention those crazy outfits you would come up with not just at Halloween but all year round.
It’s been five years since we lost you and still it cuts deep to my heart whenever I think of you and all the smiles you brought to our faces and the fun times we all had together.
This year instead of just posting the original tribute and poem (short link at bottom) I’m posting another poem I wrote with you and so many others in mind and remembering some of the happy times.
The picture book is wearing your story
about the living of your life,
It was a story in need of fixing,
For behind the smiles there was strife,
People can be strong and resilient,
For that’s how we all want them to be,
But if we paint with all pastel colors,
The darkness we are failing to see.
Behind smiles lies a core of sadness,
that cannot be reached, felt or seen,
And a heart longing to be filled,
With tomorrow’s promise of a dream.
Stuck in a viscous circle
by the oppressor…hell’s addiction,
There is always one more rabbit hole
to add to the affliction.
One more tragic scenario
spinning everything out of control,
One last reach upward,
Then one last trip down the hole.
If only you had been just a flower,
You could have sprouted again in new soil,
Grown back stronger, bloomed more beautiful,
Than you’d ever been before.
But we’re people, we don’t get to do that
so the picture book suddenly stopped,
Addiction’s Affliction had won his game,
From this world you were suddenly dropped.
© DiAnne Ebejer
Short link to last year’s post of original poem and tribute