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was banking on it...





it crossed my mind
that hearing from you
was a daily happenstance
and it had been months
of blue Mondays
since the phone rang
with your voice
on the other end

calling you
gave me false voice
recorded
when I needed real
conversation
and an identifiable response
to my present situation
but you did not answer

little did I know
God had called you home
the day before
my attempts to touch you
were made 

I still cry

the thought
that my younger cousin
had gone ahead of me
crossing over
before I had the chance
to decide which blouse
would go better
with the skirt
I chose
for an interview

I miss your chuckle
but embedded in my mind
is how close we were
and how much we had in common

you bank well
in my memory account
even if all funds are overdrawn
your laugh is not terminated
but I can't find
my pass book anymore












Author notes

Dedicated to my cousin:

Bruce Lamont Kenney - September 7, 1968 - October 18, 2007

&

Darcy's cousin:

Teresa Lillian Foung Kuykendall

1976 - 2005

We miss you so much.

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  • MuddyKing
    October 1, 2008
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    beautiful

    this is why so many love you girl
    just glad I'm one of em'


    • poetryality silver member
      October 1, 2008
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      I could only hope...but not everbody loves me. I commented on a poem recently, and another member nearly ripped my head off, called me "prejudice" and the whole nine...

      kay sir rah sir rah...each to his/her own.

      Sigh~

      Thank you!


      Always ♥

      Renee


  • onerios13
    September 22, 2008

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    you bank well
    in my memory account
    even if all funds are overdrawn

    Dearest Sister, I have to be honest and tell you that I was afraid to read this. Yes, all poetic theatrics aside, this made me...cringe...to click on, because I knew somewhere inside, you'd pull at something that like a hamstring only twinges when you put pressure. And this was gravity...and beauty, at its finest. So although there is pain at reading this, I must dig into my masochistic pouch and say...thank you...so very much for not only sharing your enormous talent, but also having the soul, the heart and the very sweet regard for me and mine to even begin to pen this exquisite piece.

    As you hold me, so will I for you...

    PS. I bet you five bucks that they're sitting together having a cup of tea with a slice of cake and telling the other all about our most embarrassing moments when they knew us. Those little buggers!

    • poetryality silver member
      September 29, 2008
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      I Love YOU! They love us...and yes they are together, having a ball!

      Be well dear sister!


      Always ♥

      Renee f


  • My Nemesis
    September 13, 2008
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    A lovely tribute to your cousin. *hugs*


  • Heavenly Angel silver member
    September 13, 2008

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    Such a sad, poignant, and touching piece, sweet soul
    I'm so very sorry for your loss...
    May your heart heal and may God hold your hand through this saddened time
    Much love,
    Sandy


  • z etoile
    September 13, 2008
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    Great job on this poem very sad and touching.


  • arafura gold member
    September 13, 2008
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    Wonderfully written. A sad and touching telling.

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    September 13, 2008

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    Dearest Poetess, you have written a piece of poetry with a piece of your soul in it, it will undoubtedly make Dary's eyes mist and move her soul too and I can only begin to touch on how many levels this poem reaches and touches me immeasurably.

    You have not lost your voice within this, it is heard clearly, as is your cousins and yet again there is definitely a timbre of Darcyesque voice aswell.

    It is a collage of the days and all the ways that were inexplicibly part of the cloth that was woven with your cousin with the threads still carried as they are woven into you.


    The last stanza, as in the last chapter you shared together in life, clarifies and summarizes but oh, oh how it resonates.


    Yes, this is a trophy piece but the trophy you carry is within you in the account that there is no pass book for but in memory.


    Love and Light


    Yvette XOX










  • secberm
    September 12, 2008
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    Write on, sis.


  • Cannonsfire
    September 12, 2008
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    Great job C


  • Loveandblessings2u gold member
    September 12, 2008
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    So sorry I forgot these,


    Love Ya,
    Joyce

  • Loveandblessings2u gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    Excellent penning.

    OMG ~~~ This is so sad,
    not much makes me want to cry,
    but this beautiful and touching
    piece did. Warm feelings of missing and
    remembering a close love one. I love your
    story about the bank, and funds running out,
    the whole piece is simply remarkable. In my eyes
    and your cousin, this breathtaking piece of art,
    is GOLD !!! just like your heart.

    Loveandblessings2u & yours always
    Joyce

    P.S. Your cousin laugh will never be terminated,
    you'll hear it everytime you remember your cousin.
    I am so very sorry for your loss.

  • mcheadle
    September 12, 2008

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    Pleasant memories

    Can last a lefe time. i remember when you first told this and felt so hurt for you with your loss. May his warm thought keep a warm comfort and bring a cheeerful though to your days...mac

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