Here is a tribute to the Spitfire Whose light was extinguished too soon, You led the battle cry when I couldn’t speak Lit up my life in my darkest hours, Your truth burned down lies That my paper soul built sky high,
You were my rock when I needed an anchor, When I was weightless floating through the Universe after being jettisoned into the Atmosphere like space trash
When no one cared, you did, When no one listened, you did, When no one understood, you did,
Now, I look for the smoke signals that your Words waft in the air After you rained down truth that Both burns and ignites the soul, But the smoky haze has cleared, Days turn into nights turn into days, And still no word, There will be no more words from you,
No more truth bombs, no more jokes, No more late night meme wars As we text back and forth, It all just stopped suddenly, Your heart stopped, And my heart broke!
Here is to the spitfire That I still carry a torch for, Wishing they would still Come back home to me, I will keep your light with me always, And I will pay your kindness forward By spitting my own fire
Sat down on the ground,
Crisscross applesauce,
Put my hands in the dirt,
Trying to make sense of life without you,
No nuggets of wisdom gleaned,
Came up with a blade of grass as fragile,
And precious as your life was,
It blew away just like you did,
I laid flat on my back,
Searched the clouds for your face,
To see if you were peaking
Through the floor of Heaven,
But I couldn’t find you,
The clouds were shapeless
Without you pointing to a specific cloud
To provide meaning,
I am looking for the meaning
Without you in my life,
But how can you quantify the loss of someone
Who kisses me at sunrise, and kisses me at sunset
Because the sun made me look more radiant
In those golden hours,
But your golden hours were every hour,
Every moment I spent with you in between,
Even when we were in an argument,
And there were some times that I hated you,
But I always always loved you!
You were plucked from this earth too soon,
Your golden radiance extinguished,
But your love will last in my heart,
And those you loved as long as we shall live,
Until we meet again my beloved blade of grass!
By Hyacinth Hale
Hyacinth Hale Poetry 