Jimmie Margaret Gilliam
Today I found you were gone
I remember your determination; our voice
Together I have become wrapped in spirits
I want my own poetry messed with spirit
I want a smile, and a hug in a brief hello
Why have my words become trapped?
Who will remember me?
Today, when I found you were gone
A sweet expression in its Southern whisper
I learned to be accepted and free
Tears lodged beneath my surface
I have tasted life’s banquet
Now your food has been taken off my shelf
Looked at but never tasted again.
