OCTOBER
I watched in silence
Autumn leaves bursting forth freely
Giving way to rainbows of red, orange and yellow.
Their passion I envy
Gracefully slow-dancing to an ever changing melody,
seducing patient winds through beckoning scents,
and an acceptance to a wild last call before letting
go...
A new cycle begins
I listen in silence
I watch my own witness
That so lovingly approves the colors of my desire
it's pulsation of ecstasy,
its intent... sedating,
seducing me in memory of you.
My next youngest sister, Elizabeth, wrote this poem in October of 1986 when Jackie was two-years old. She rediscovered it in light of holding a memorial for her slain daughter this October 2016. Looking at it again, it felt deeply prophetic to her. She even wrote it in 1986 in what was to be her daughter's favorite color in 2015, purple ink. Her daughter Jacquelyn was brutally murdered in August of 2015 at her workplace. The profound outright shock and pain of loss held by my sister and the family, and the pending sentencing of the criminals held sway over Jackie's memorial. This October felt perfect for the "Letting go.... " Jackie is and will always be the colors of desire, as we believe she watched and listened to all at her memorial. Both her mother and she were an intimate witness to this October's new cycle.
Peace And Justice Is What We Seek As We Remain Behind.
I watched in silence
Autumn leaves bursting forth freely
Giving way to rainbows of red, orange and yellow.
Their passion I envy
Gracefully slow-dancing to an ever changing melody,
seducing patient winds through beckoning scents,
and an acceptance to a wild last call before letting
go...
A new cycle begins
I listen in silence
I watch my own witness
That so lovingly approves the colors of my desire
it's pulsation of ecstasy,
its intent... sedating,
seducing me in memory of you.
My next youngest sister, Elizabeth, wrote this poem in October of 1986 when Jackie was two-years old. She rediscovered it in light of holding a memorial for her slain daughter this October 2016. Looking at it again, it felt deeply prophetic to her. She even wrote it in 1986 in what was to be her daughter's favorite color in 2015, purple ink. Her daughter Jacquelyn was brutally murdered in August of 2015 at her workplace. The profound outright shock and pain of loss held by my sister and the family, and the pending sentencing of the criminals held sway over Jackie's memorial. This October felt perfect for the "Letting go.... " Jackie is and will always be the colors of desire, as we believe she watched and listened to all at her memorial. Both her mother and she were an intimate witness to this October's new cycle.
Peace And Justice Is What We Seek As We Remain Behind.
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