In late January of this year, Suzanne was not feeling up to posting on her blog. She sent me an email with this poem, asking me to post it as a message to Amias:
Sleeping Under Her Wing ~Liquid
The following was Amias' response in my comment section:
Liquid, Cliff .... You two are so very special ... and as the tears flows from these tired old eyes --- I am remembering the story of the good Samaritan. Bless my soul, can you imagine how I feel with two!
We all hurt from time to time, no matter the reason behind the pain, it's just as painful. It good to know that someone cares.
God bless you both ... and may peace forever be your companion.
Much love, respect, and honor ...
Amias
From that point forward, Suzanne and I would end many of our communications with each other with, Blue Feather, Red Feather or Green Feather. That was code for"I pray the protection of God and His angels on you."
In a few hours, Suzanne's memorial service will take place in Meridian, Mississippi. I pray that Suzanne's parents, Jerry and Betty, Her brother Greg, and her children, Campbell and Isabella, be able to reach out and take a feather. May this feather dry tears, provide comfort, and ease the pain.
There are plenty of feathers to go around. May all those who feel a loss at this time receive a feather. Receive this feather as Suzanne's prayer for blessing and protection.
I also want to say at this point that I've noticed a lot of hits from Meridian on my site meter. If any of Suzanne's family are reading these words and would like to leave a comment please do. Please leave it a nice comment, dedicated to Suzanne's memory.
Sleeping Under Her Wing
At night when all is quiet
I notice my toes are warm
despite the snow on the ground
beneath me.
I curl into a ball
at the foot of my bed
hiding the hurt
and the tears
from little patters
of feet.
I wail so hard
silently my head
wants to explode.
She with her wing
wipes my tears.
She with her words
sings to me
and twiddles my hair.
I rub a single feather
I plucked from her wing
and stroke my cheek with it.
It soothes me.
I am warm.
I am safe.
I pull it together.
I send her
that same feather.
Although she has tons.
The following was Amias' response in my comment section:
Liquid, Cliff .... You two are so very special ... and as the tears flows from these tired old eyes --- I am remembering the story of the good Samaritan. Bless my soul, can you imagine how I feel with two!
We all hurt from time to time, no matter the reason behind the pain, it's just as painful. It good to know that someone cares.
God bless you both ... and may peace forever be your companion.
Much love, respect, and honor ...
Amias
From that point forward, Suzanne and I would end many of our communications with each other with, Blue Feather, Red Feather or Green Feather. That was code for"I pray the protection of God and His angels on you."
In a few hours, Suzanne's memorial service will take place in Meridian, Mississippi. I pray that Suzanne's parents, Jerry and Betty, Her brother Greg, and her children, Campbell and Isabella, be able to reach out and take a feather. May this feather dry tears, provide comfort, and ease the pain.
There are plenty of feathers to go around. May all those who feel a loss at this time receive a feather. Receive this feather as Suzanne's prayer for blessing and protection.
I also want to say at this point that I've noticed a lot of hits from Meridian on my site meter. If any of Suzanne's family are reading these words and would like to leave a comment please do. Please leave it a nice comment, dedicated to Suzanne's memory.
Comments
There are things that now make sense to me, which is something I plan on writing about sometime tomorrow.
I just read all your posts on Suzanne.It is a wonderful tribute to a lovely person
Her death has been a weight on me and I just knew her thro the blogs and truly understand how you must feel.
She was a sweet person and made an impact on everyone who she came in contact with.
I know she is not in any more emotional pain now
I hadn't met her or read her blog until today and that she has gone is such a terrible loss.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am.
Saz
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