A poem written for my Sister Shawishi Haynes on her birthday 2-20-20114 (I never did forget I just wanted it to be my Shawishi Brand of Perfect. Accept this gift of my best part of me…. Much love and appreaciation.
You may not even remember the day you taught me a way to remember how to spell together….. Well I do.. It is the single most influential three minutes of my childhood.
My gift to you
what better than a piece of the best part of me….
With words I can exceed the mundane…
Words are my rain
They cleanse the mental debris moments
Left dark and turbulent
My air fresh promise ripe to inhale
I ingest each thought
Forgiveness, old pain …. each one, pleasant
Just lesson”s learned
those memories are sunshine and cloud-less skies
So here for you I will let my rain pour heavy and loud in your garden of our history
Bring you into the spring of a life, ripe and new
Days marked by the images grasped by my small and child like hands
Along the long corridors of mind where my childhood dwells I walk a mile
There in many different files resides reflective bound copies of your a smile
Your smile, unique, piercing, extravagant
The perfect singular tribute to you
Your laugh, that laugh lingers,
draws words to it melody, magnetic, hypnotic
Can detect it’s vibration
It can be heard from distant vantage points
It’s a compass, my way to find you
it always finds you youthful,
In a library, college camps, colored paper, your study group
I sit aside my thoughts, “How pretty learning looks when it’s with you
I ask .. “Why is it purple? Your paper? When everyone else has paper white no colorful hue…
A smile appears… It’s for a class.. History Sec 102..
That is how I see that hazy day,.. learning so big and beautiful,
Colorful
You teach me things
I hear those words many times in my walk along our memories
We are in a backseat, the outside surroundings blurred
“I can’t remember” I say
‘Break it down” is your response
“To”I repeat “Get” You say “Her” We say TOGETHER
TO- GET- HER
Simply Beautiful
Every Day from then on, my brain would never let that one word
Scramble or get lost searching
It was filed in front
even today
As I spell together a smile emerges
on how you actually did “Get Me”
Faithful to your power
Loyal to your cacophony of praises
when others want to dismantle your song
All along
You so different from me
Hard to gauge emotionally
Resilient in YOUR ability to set goals and reach them
You, the epitome of what a BIG Sister should BE
A model to emulate
A directive to refer to
The actuality of successful reality
Trembling fingers, a stomach of butterflies
I offer these broad shoulders
a place to rest your Burdens
It’s my speciality
My spiritual quest
The ability to hear the heart murmurs
Allow them the platform to scream, loud and free
without the pungent smell of perception, reception interjection and objection
that rarely embrace or comfort
I offer my rain here, now to cleanse the walls of your heart
erase the faded notes of thoughts unable to be relayed
Remove the residue that stains lips with words unspoken
Left abandoned to let loved ones who have come
vomit their words of pain
Leave the messes of their mistakes at your feet
I know many have left them there in need
I should know.. that’s how I have come to be here.
Now that I have arrived
ALLOW ME to show the tremendous power of extended hand to grasp in need
The power of a mother being what she didn’t quite receive
Allow me to show you, your beauty in the reflection of my rainbow
It shines upon you now as I have let this downpour puddle
here in this heart emotionally able, without any murmurs
Monolithic is a bond between sisters, a club so exclusive
Reaches beyond memories, beyond experiences of now or tomorrow
So if the murmurs create any space in you hollow
I have the room for your downloads
You need to upload those thoughts losts,
Those words unspoken
or maybe somewhere between all you do,
needs left unmet
and being your little sister’s
Every day, extra-ordinary hero
Let’s GET (to-get-her)
share with you my ability to rain my words into the hearts
that touched me
Tell a world about how
in a backseat, a little girl
Unsure and unable to remember, came to be
A woman that gives the gift of words in a box wrapped with
Beginnings…
Happy Birthday dear sister
who didn’t know how together I realized a dream
Of breaking down words I could spell or remember to build them back up to bring us all together