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A Conversation with Michelle

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Martie
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0 posted 05-10-2000 12:44 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

A Conversation with Michelle


Remember Michelle
when you took my hand
and led me up that path
where your imaginary friends lived
and you called them names
that came from birth of language
those names ancient and preserved
that were always there
inside your head when you were two
then still walking across the meadow
of your three years
rolling with the dogs in shadowed sun.

You let me see them light up your face
and I could listen to your
one sided conversations
your brown eyes crinkled up
and I saw you before the laugh
filling up and then when the sun
hit your hair the light was so radiant
that my breath would catch

and you would shed your clothes
like a nuisance that was not part
of the feel of the air against your skin
and the fabric of dog fur and porch railings
that touched round belly and sturdy brown legs
and once I caught you looking out the screen door
at twilight in naked silhouette
when the first coyote had barked
his hunger into the canyon
and the dogs clamored around you
sniffing the air and something in you
was so wise and wonderful and wild

and you would throw your cares down
with passionate howls when you were five
said that you wished that you were dead
and I could not see what dark storm
touched your spirit
and took you so violently from sweet
when there was so much love for you
and so many wonderful things to discover
and then in your pink flannel with your cheeks
flaming and so much bravery you
found the jumping running grass
and glee became you and you touched me again
in magic with listening
there to fold me in your small arms
embrace when I was sad for you had vision
and the air around told you feelings

and you struggled so with the sanity
of girls that tormented you
with their pulled back friendship
and schools and neighborhoods were outside
your imaginationís control
and you drew cats and dogs from far and wide
to our doorstep with some inner whistle
that took in all lost and lonely things

in your eight years you took me
and rearrange all my feelings
and threw them up like feathers
to dance around you
and then you were gone
and you were no longer a breath
and it was like your mother
went with you and what was left
was only part of me
missing you.


[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 05-10-2000).]
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Lucius Cade
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1 posted 05-10-2000 02:11 AM       View Profile for Lucius Cade   Email Lucius Cade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lucius Cade

Oh my god. I think thats all I am going to say.
oh my god....

 Lucidity is the answer to all problems
bobbycat
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2 posted 05-10-2000 02:53 AM       View Profile for bobbycat   Email bobbycat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bobbycat

...I can't stop the tears.....what a wonderful, magnificent tribute....you described her features, her soul, so clearly that I saw her....and she was beautiful.  

Bobbycat =^..^=
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3 posted 05-10-2000 03:08 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Martie...
thank you...from my heart and soul...
thank you for sharing this...
all other words seem lost and suddenly
unnecesary...
take care,
jm
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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4 posted 05-10-2000 03:14 AM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Oh, Martie, tears. Tears.  What an exquisite tribute to Michelle!  Would I have permission to tell where to see how beautiful she was?  Yes, she was beautiful.  Enchanting.  And now that I know even more about her, oh, what a special, special little soul!  I was especially caught by your words " when the sun hit your hair the light was so radiant that my breath would catch".  Your love for her, and hers for you was a love so deep I can feel it.  I will never forget either you or Michelle.  It's hard when Mother's Day is coming, isn't it?  I'm struggling too.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Thank you, Martie, for giving me permission.
For any who want to see how beautiful Michelle was, and read some tender, beautiful poetry about her, by her mommy Martie, there are three pages in honor of her memory on my bereaved site.  You can find "Michelle's Room" here: http://www.angelfire.com/zine/bereaved/michelleopen.html


†The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.



[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 05-10-2000).]
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5 posted 05-10-2000 03:29 AM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

Not a good day at toll Martie,

Dad and mom were married "mothers day," shant I say more. You know I'll mail all my life to you via e-mial. But it's a bad, bad, bad, day... not a good one at toll ...and too, I know your grief... So very much love dearest.

Prayers Always, Dale Gwaltney

 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
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Oh, my fragile-memoried friend~

Shed your tears of loss through the
beautiful memories Michelle left with you.
Smile through the tears of remembrance
at the little elfin that was Michelle.
She has 'crossed the river' and cavorts in naked abandon on the jumping - running grasses of eternity.

I cry with you at the loss ...
how my heart hugs you.
I love you, Martie, my dear friend.
~*Marge*~




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7 posted 05-10-2000 08:46 AM       View Profile for Brandyn Sand   Email Brandyn Sand   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Brandyn Sand's Home Page   View IP for Brandyn Sand

Oh my!     Such beauty, resulting from great sadness.  Very, very, powerful lines at the end.  Left me feeling *almost* speechless.

*hugs*

 
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Oh, Martie, this is so touching. Thank you for sharing the essence of your little Michelle with us. This is a loving tribute to your little angel. HUGS  *tears*

Denise
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I haven't any words, except to say thank you. I lost my twins years ago...they would be blossoming young ladies today. How you write with your heart! How you touch my own! Thank you many times over, Martie. This is the most remarkable, loving memoir of your Michelle... (((you)))

~ Claire
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Oh Martie ... you've captured her very essence.  I feel as if I knew her ... what a wonderful tribute ...

Much hugs,
/Kit
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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Thank you, Martie, for giving me permission.
For any who want to see how beautiful Michelle was, and read some tender, wonderful poetry about her, by her mommy Martie, there are three pages in honor of her memory on my bereaved site.  You can find "Michelle's Room" here: http://www.angelfire.com/zine/bereaved/michelleopen.html
~ ~ ~
P.S. Martie, I tried to e-mail you this morning, and my e-mail said it couldn't send it, because your box was full... thought you might like to know.




[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 05-10-2000).]
Martie
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12 posted 05-10-2000 02:36 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

I am overwhelmed by the responses to this poem...last night I really just needed to talk to her and remember her the way she was, thus the poem.

It has been many years since her death, yet sometimes she is as clear as yesterday and the grief from her death fills me.  I want you to know though, that time has taken care of me, and Michelle gave me such a gift of learning in her passing...that changed my perception....but that's another poem.   I know that she exists still and that knowledge fills me with sweetness.

Thank you again for all your caring and loving words. Hugs!
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Martie, thank you so much for sharing such a personal tribute with us, your words speak so clearly of the perceptions of a child, of love, and of grief. I can't think of a more fitting tribute to Michelle than the one you've presented here in her honor. Here charm and beauty is so evident in your words.  A beautiful, touching poem that brings tears to my eyes, yet a warmth to my heart. God bless you, I love you my friend.
Hugs  
Ruth
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martie, you shared your soul, you shared her soul....am sitting here in tears...thank you this is incredible
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