it seems though, about once a year, something will come to me. it seems to be near the anniversary of my father's death, when i do a lot of deep thinking and changing. here's my latest. this was, unfortunately, written about 1am on a night before clinical when i was still in school, when i had get up at 5:30. of course, the poems come at in-oppurtune times. i think i was driving when last years poem, called "where you are", came to me.
Black and White is Clear
by Elizabeth Barnard Davis
April 27, 2008
The first moment
that changed my life
I wore a pink so soft
it appeared white.
In the arms of my mother
the gleam of my father's eye
I was baptized to know Christ.
A later moment
that changed my life
I wore white.
The cheers of my family heard
as I finished my high school flight.
The next moment
that changed my life
I wore black.
And spoke of a father
who took a piece of each of our hearts
when his failed him.
All moments from then on
have not been what we expected.
There is a moment
that changed my life
I wore white.
Amongst a crowd of my loved ones
I married my sweet
dressed in black.
A promise, a person to share moments with.
As I approach my next defining moment,
I will wear a black cap and gown,
I see these changes in my life,
though in black and white..
What is meaningful to me
is perfectly clear.
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