Elizabeth Melton Parsons

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I Never Lost As Much-Emily Dickinson

I Never Lost As Much

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!

– Emily Dickinson


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Grief

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Grief

Death’s sudden unspoken grief,

Absence of a spirit brief,

Accept not a sorrow’s thief.

Torturous memories found,

In the silence not a sound,

Unspoken pain holds you bound.

Silent echoes of the heart,

Disabling burdens sharp,

Quiet strains of an angel’s harp.

Midnight shadow’s dancing light,

Weaving ropes round chest so tight.

Tears spilling through the night.

Dark dreams of the mind,

Intense, overwhelming, seek to find,

A way in which your soul to bind.

I wrote this poem several years ago after the loss of my mother and oldest brother. I post it today in loving memory of recent losses.

Jim Ingram

Millie Melton Woolems

Joe Ingram

George Ingram

Fred Ingram

Cynthia Johnson

Samantha Ingram

❤ ❤ ❤

Remember Me

Remember me_

not as a date or time,

but as a person.

Remember me_ 

I was weakI was strong.

I was afraidI was brave.

Remember me_

I had wantsI had desires.

I had needsI had goals.

Remember me_

not as an event in history,

but as an individual.

Remember me_ 

I lived I loved,

I laughedI danced.

Remember me_

 

ÓElizabeth Melton Parsons


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After great pain, a formal feeling comes-Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs
The stiff Heart questions, was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round —
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —

This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —

Emily Dickinson


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Letting Go

They say you can’t move on without letting go. Who are THEY and how do THEY know these things? When I hear expressions like that, I always get a mental image of a vast table with these wise and wonderful people sitting around it in their long, dark robes and coming up with all these little gems.

I, like most people, carry around a lot of baggage from the past–some pretty bad, I admit, but some pretty darn good stuff too. So when we let go, do we say goodbye to the good along with the bad? Aren’t they kind of intertwined? Without the bad, can we truly appreciate the good?

I don’t know the answers, but there’s one thing on which I do concur. You can’t wallow in past bad stuff. If you do, you will never do anything but that. When I was twenty-one, I lost my dad, then a few years ago I lost both a brother and my mom. I still grieve for them. I don’t wallow in it, but I did for a while. I ranted, I cursed, I cried…I was so angry and frustrated. I hurt and I felt helpless. Have I let go? I honestly don’t think I have. I still get angry, I still cry at the oddest of times.

How do you let go of those emotions that burrow so deep inside they seem to become a part of your soul? Can you? And should you? A friend of mine told me to pray. I did and do. And yes, God gave me the courage to live with these emotions, but they are still there lurking in the corners.

Have I moved on? What does that mean exactly? I work, I play, I nuture my family, I laugh–is that moving on? I believe it is.