Easter Day

It is Easter Day now.....

TodayI must revisit an Easter experience which I have walked to every year - some years. Todaywill always be a special day, not what you think. This is a human thing. The human I am thinking ofwas 21 not 33, when the last breath cameEaster Day - Not Good Friday. This humanI loved worked withLived withinmy soul. A beautiful humanI know - loved - worked with .... and ...... she was 21 ........when ......... she was found dead with a cocktail of drugs .......This day I will always remember. This day I will always remember her .....This day, today, I would love to post a photograph of her hanging around my neck - so close ......But would not be right .........But I will share with you the words I clicked ........ about her.


PIPSPOEM=========
alcoholic at birth
mothers addiction
father loss, disaster
later fateful crack overdose
and years of homes sometimes called 'care'.
Mother herselfall too young
very young
without parental models in adequate sometimes called 'it's the parents fault'
raped and abused
abused and robbed
fragmented like hellsometimes called 'tormented'drugs
and crime
crime and drugs
suck the life
drain the soul
shred the person
sometimes called 'deprivation'

ymca hostel
mission to care
mission to support
mission to develop
sometimes called 'hope'
as thin as a rake
loud and screaming
tearful and down
always a name call
always my name
sometimes called 'erratic'
drugs on off drugs
relationships on
chemical relationship on
struggle to sustain
loved and hated
sometimes called 'dependent'
alone on her own
found on her own
died on her own
lay still on her own
only chemical friends
sometimes called 'overdose'
tears of the crowd
loss in community
death lurks us all
quiet at last
tears run silent
sobs rack deep
world loses a character
sometimes called 'bereavement'
how do I feel
the feelings are deep
she was driving blindfoot on disaster
hard as nails
fragile and bruised
beautifully broken
sometimes called 'love'
creator loved
creator loves
precious child
valuable lifeloss loss loss
sometimes called 'a waste'never lived
only survived
we need to carein life
before death
we need to lovemore-
so the brokenmore-
so the damaged
more-so when it's impossible
more-so before it is too late
sometimes called 'reflective learning
'let these little ones
come to me
of such
is the kingdom of heaven
the master said
the master repeats
nowwhen it matter
she retains the loving
continues the loving
the creator of love
keeps showing us teaching us
demonstrating to us
sometimes called'eternal love ever lasting
love to a person
for a person we will remember eternally and everlasting'

pip wilson 14.04.04