What Beauty Is

Fri, 05/10/2013 - 16:12 -- cperson

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31907
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32° 27' 21.5532" N, 84° 52' 39.5004" W

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What Beauty Is

A week before my birthday, in April
I was ready to blow out those fifteen candles
Ready to celebrate
Ready to be older, with more privileges
Everything was happy, normal
Nothing was out of the ordinary
No heavy burdens or worries
Until a phone call
I heard my mom’s muffled screams
And her cries of grief and shock.
My aunt died.
I wished that it was a nightmare,
But its honesty ran chills down my spine.
I looked for answers in her eyes
For some type of hope
For some type of escape,
But all I found behind her wet, long eyelashes were blank walls.
I don’t know why she died.
Her heart was as precious as gold,
Always open and forgiving
Her hand,
Always ready to give
To serve God and his people
Her head,
Constantly overflowing with knowledge
Wanting to teach others
Her life,
Filled with joy and family
She soared like the scissortail
Zigzagging through obstacles
Turning the other cheek
Living a beautiful life
Like the scissortail,
She was striking, unmistakable
But like the scissortail,
She was rare.
And it seems as if I only caught a quick glimpse of her
But why her?
Why did God pick her?
Was she a blossomed red rose
In this world filled with thorns?
Or a ripe tomato amongst unripe ones?
Or perhaps a finished adventure book
Surrounded by unfinished fantasy books?
I don’t know.
And I don’t understand why
But I shouldn’t question.
My birthday passed
No candles, no celebration, no privileges
Just me,
Wishing for one night,
My aunt and I
With the earth as our pillow
And heaven—our blanket
We can reminisce about our lives.
How they were fulfilling,
Sometimes complicated,
But never regretful.
How we can only hope that our mark is not forgotten
And how she reflects what beauty is.

Comments

IntricateContemplation

Wow, I feel your pain. I lost one of my favorite aunts about 12 years ago and an uncle I was close to last year. This poem is so powerful to, because eventhough  they're gone.. I still feel the same way that I did when I first heard the news. I mean, your wording is right on point and eventhough you were talking about you and your aunt, I felt like you explained every aspect of my heart and mind. I couldn't do anything but reminisce. I'm sorry for your loss, keep writing.

- IntricateC

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