You left me
to come and show you were right;
I am about to have your face now.
And I say the lines you said,
those cliché wisdoms.
Your optimism and your depressions,
they are all mine now.
Your voice. My voice. Your lines.
I even try to be more like you on purpose
when it comes to perseverance,
when it comes to surviving. You were so strong
and silent when it comes to pain.
you would have approved of me,
hugged me even,
and liked me now. Now I’m more
like you and share
your silence and your secrets
in our truce.
This poem was inspired by a wonderful poem “Sunday Mornings” written by my dear friend Christine (Journeyintopoetry) which made me think of this legacy 🙂 http://journeyintopoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/17/sunday-mornings/