Carol Rowe | Love you! | July 26, 2015 |
Suzanne and Stephanie Crisp |
danielle bailey |
Tiffany R Nelson |
Morgan Yielding- A Poem for You |
A sentimental euology given by a priest.
You would have hated it, called it cheap.
Those new to the room shudder at the sight
of young death. Your body white
with a chemical dust, helpless to my touch.
Summer outside is mocking as the ice melts
on the banks of St. Louis, patio decks are full
and music is everywhere. Saint Anne is smiling.
St Catherine's a wreck.
They've dressed you in your favorite jeans,
faded blue, flower seams. They've tied your hair back
in a silver bow, crossed your arms in a cold,
distant way.
I want to reach inside, unfold them,
to see you as you always were: open to anyone's pain.
Now the organ grinds a final note. The violins
are hushed; the mourning scatter like widespread motes.
In the lobby, Mom's a shattered stone.
Your brothers fight the sadness. Dad's a prideful man.
We're going out for coffee now. No chance for sleep.
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I had the pleasure of going to Parkway Christian Academy with Chelsea. She was a gorgeous girl with a smile that could light up the darkest days within any classroom, including Math (we both hated it, by the way). Althought I knew her for only a year, I found out so much about this person that caused me to learn value. Chelsea was the true definition of a friend. I can't imagine what turmoil her family is going through. I do have to say, though, that I am rather sad I was unable to say goodbye. After that one year at Parkway, she left and that was the last time I heard from her again other then a few comments and messages on myspace. I was also unable to attend the funeral merely because it would upset me. To Chelsea's mom: Just know your daughter was working miracles on this earth without even realizing it. I'm convinced she was an angel of the lord and just got called home a little early. I have no doubt that she is still working her miracles, but in the arms of God himself.