The Etherine Poem
Reggie Willis Jr3-16-2014
The Etherine Poem
August 31 of 1943 was the year
Etherine was born a gifted but fragile soul brought forth into a
world full of love, joy, happiness, hate, suffering, and despair. A
Ravaged spirit robbed of her childhood in a way by her very own
family her soul slowly withering or peeling away like the pedals of a
luscious red Rose into the winds of time and space.
Cast away into the cruel world a child living the “STREETLIFE”
she begged for food and water the very essence of life. A few nice folk
took pity on her and provided milk and bread feeding her hungry yet angry soul
while the Lord of spirits watched overher shining his everlasting light and glory Amen.
A tortured mind, body, and SOUL she possesses from years of neglect
and betrayal her inner demonshaunts her everyday like a horrible nightmare that wont go away.
As a young adult she struggled oh how she struggled to raise and feed
5 screaming mouths with little to no money, abandoned and abusedby her ex husbands but she don't stop.
A rocky marriage with little
to show for it since her weddingring was stolen taken away by the husband's other jealous lover.
Drinking his life awayhis love for her was half assed as he beats on Etherine like a set
of African drums yet she still kept her faith in Christ above.
Her psychic gift more times than one has confused yet amazed me
she saw a ghostly image of herdearly departed father lord rest thy soul yet no one cared except
for Rw her childhood dramalingers in the back of my mind for all time sakes. Her voice of
wisdom a constant echo in my limitless mind playing on and on like a
Etta James record. FUSSING, FIGHTING, SCREAMING OUT for help from
family members most often times falling on deaf ears GRATING,
SCRATCHING, wearing away my everlasting nerves I think to myself SHUT
THE HELL UP Etherine.
She carries on with only one breast of life's essence a hidden
cancer slowly eating away her kind hearted spirit longing to ascend
to a higher realm of existence to be with Jesus Christ and God The
Almighty also to sang her Heavenly tunes with his Angels on cloud 9.
A worrier by heart she always always ask if I had eaten my food of
life because as a child she was given only meager portions of life's
food. L-O-V-E she gives on daily bases to Family but time after time
she gets Broken Promises, Lies, and Disappointments with a dash of
help my powerless cloudy thoughts washes over me flowing upstream
into God's hands. Even though she is a Rambling Woman in a state of
crises My love for her shines brighter than THE SUN bathing all of us
in its warm light. My hope one many in this life of uncertainty is
that she finally finds her peace one way or another my sweet
volatile grandmother Etherine.
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