Together, we’ve spent
several long years
Exchanged frequent friendly
laughs and smiles
She’s witnessed countless
and endless tears
Endured my afflictions and
trials
When I encountered my
darkest days
When the night in my mind
did befall
She helped many times, in many
ways
Her valorous strength led through
it all
Her voice is always tender
and kind
With a touch as gentle as
the breeze
My mind relaxed, able to
unwind
Wild ideas, creation to
seize
Even now as the evening grows
dark
Grateful to have this amazing
chance
To together on this ship
embark
And share the wonder of
this expanse
*For my friends.
Thank you for all you do.
---Christmas 2017. Rebecca
Anne Weight.
Commentary:
Written in behalf of a fellow coworker who played a special role in a part of my life where I needed her. I was only about a year into the job when one morning I was thrust into the terrifying experience of watching a coworker collapse and go into convulsions from what I thought was a heart attack. It was so sudden and alarming that it threw me into shock, and I had so many other coworkers who told me later they were just as worried about me as they were about her. This particular coworker loved to talk, and even though she wasn't doing it intentionally, she helped me open up about what I experienced. Through our chats, I found it easier to deal with what happened. I was always thankful for that.
I wrote this poem for her as a way to wish her well for her retirement. She always loved reading my poetry, and was supportive and complimentary of my writings. In fact, one time she told me my writing reminded her of being a mix of Dickinson and Bronte: best compliment I have ever received. I am truly grateful for the memories left by her and many others I had the privilege of knowing throughout my lifetime.
Commentary:
Written in behalf of a fellow coworker who played a special role in a part of my life where I needed her. I was only about a year into the job when one morning I was thrust into the terrifying experience of watching a coworker collapse and go into convulsions from what I thought was a heart attack. It was so sudden and alarming that it threw me into shock, and I had so many other coworkers who told me later they were just as worried about me as they were about her. This particular coworker loved to talk, and even though she wasn't doing it intentionally, she helped me open up about what I experienced. Through our chats, I found it easier to deal with what happened. I was always thankful for that.
I wrote this poem for her as a way to wish her well for her retirement. She always loved reading my poetry, and was supportive and complimentary of my writings. In fact, one time she told me my writing reminded her of being a mix of Dickinson and Bronte: best compliment I have ever received. I am truly grateful for the memories left by her and many others I had the privilege of knowing throughout my lifetime.
