Misty Joann Marie Prestwich (9/26/1945 - 9/8/2011)

For All That You Held

 

Family, children, friends,

and storytellers

hold hands

to re-tell your history.

 

Many have faces

that resemble yours;

from every age

you ever were.

 

I remember

the rasp to your voice,

the reassuring pat

of your hand on mine.

 

Every burden

you lovingly shouldered

lightened the struggle

for the next.

 

Like paper dolls,

you held my hand,

so I could hold

the rest…

 

Your table is where

I came to;

where I dreamt and grew into

the me you knew I could be.

 

Kind mother,

dear friend, my personal historian,

from here into infinity,

you knew me so well.

 

Longing for

some comfort

through

this glowering loss,

 

my hands remember

the flicker of a pat…

and keep alive

your kindness.

 

Misty

memory holds

each storytelling

in the hand of the next.

 

 

~by Viktoria Valenzuela

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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