September 23, 2018

An Invitation

by Jessica Polanco ’20

illustration of blackbird sitting on a tree branch

Photo courtesy of etsystatic.com

Sweet, was the Sunday I remembered
Like a feather, I laid
On the indulgences of quietness
And joy

A black bird approached my presence
Told me I’d never forget this day
Because it was the day you passed away

Everything related to all I knew
Everything related to me gone and flew
Away from me, with no warning
Only an invitation

A black bird approached my presence
With her angelic eyes
Told me I’d never forget this day

Sweet, was the day
I remembered the greatest gift
It was the only decision I ever had to make

Sweet, was the day I remembered
To live a gracious life
To smile with innocence poured,
In the crease on my dimples

Sweet, was the day I remembered
You introduced me to your biggest intention
To live a warm intent-full life

Sweet, was the day you wanted us to remember
Every second,
Time is drowning down our souls
Reminding us

The only decision we were born to make was to live the sweetest life.

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