So if you know me , you know my mother hasn't been a part of my life since I was 16 but........this weekend I had a chance to reunite with my sister. We were seperated when we were 10. I visited Dallas and Gunter (off the grid) and I got to do a little soul searching. Britney (my sister) had photos and poems from my childhood that I never saw and she shared them with me. And although my mother and I do not collide in this world, I saw her words come alive in a poem she wrote to my father when he passed. I remember the dream that she had after he passed away and I believe this is her reaccountance of the dream. I guess my creative and artistic side came from her. Here are her words..........
Whispers of My Angel (Dedicated to Randy Fillip My Loving Husband)
Maybe I'm mistaken, but I thought I heard someone cry.
Then when I had awoken I realized it was only I.
Then when I had awoken I realized it was only I.
In a dream I was running, it was a dark and lonely place.
And someone was following but, I could not see his face.
He was calling out for me not to be afraid.
Breathlessly I kept running trying to get away.
Then suddenly I heard footsteps closing in on me.
I turned around shocked by whar I'd turned to see.
Jesus was smiling, reaching out his hand to help.
There are no words, for I knew what you felt.
He said he heard me crying and didn't want me to be alone.
He'd help me through the darkness, and help me make it home.
And when the dream had ended he'd set my burdens free.
There will be no more crying, you can always trust in me.
There will be no more heartaches was what I heard him say.
And there will be no more running I'll carry you all the way.
..............By Michelle Fillip..................
I never knew this side of her, but I guess it was lost with my father. In any regards its beautiful and it came from her heart. Ill keep it forever. I'd like to remember her this way.......
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHoly crap! That's good. Did you get pictures of your sister? I never even knew you HAD a sister.
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ReplyDeleteOMG! Was your mom in 8th grade when she wrote this? If this "poem" is any indication of your "creative and artistic side", you best stop calling your side creative and artistic. Sorry, honey. Im assuming this thing was written by a grown woman with a limited vocabulary and very little knowledge of proper grammar. I mean, "I thought I heard someone cry...I realized it was only I"? lol...this is too funny. A group of us just had a great laugh reading this. Thanks for posting. I'm guessing augustine and the hippie are just being nice since your mom is dead. Boohoo. Get over it. Life isn't that simple. People die. You're not unique in this, so stop trying to get people to feel sorry for you. It's pathetic. Hmmm, kinda makes me wonder what Michael said....perhaps he/she was being honest with you, too. Oh yeah, to quote you, "...I believe this is her reaccountance of the dream. I guess my creative and artistic side came from her. Here are her words.........." So dramatic. I love the dot dot dot dot effect. You used so many dots. ROFLMAO...we're trying to decide what kind of person you are. I say an attention-seeking whore....someone else says a dumbass because there is no such word as "reaccountance". I have to agree with that one. What does that mean? Man, we'll stop here. May I forward this "poem" to people?
ReplyDeleteThis blog wasnt started to ask anyone for pity "colin" wich i doubt is even your real name. The fact that your taking time to read my blog which I put up to keep in touch with a few of my friends and my sister, shows that you dont have much to do but to knock others down. I appreciate honesty but you and your friends lack composure and respect. My mother isnt dead actually, although you do make fun of that fact in your comment. Thats completely tactless. Thanks for your thoughts on the subject but feel free to pass over my blog if you feel that my writing and others are that of 8th graders :). You must have something better to do with your time.....right?
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