With having very few friends before actually taking control of my life, I looked to food as my friend. Once I alleviated that from my life, and after losing my mother, I began to sketch and write almost daily. I just had something in me to get out. Years after my mom's passing, I have found artwork she had done and even poetry she wrote for my father, the first written exactly, to the date, 3 years before I was born. Odd? Not really? I write and sketch to keep her spirit alive. I also feel that I am like her a lot in the fact that I care a lot for others and put others before myself just like she had done. In this post, I will share some of my favorite literary pieces that have kept me going. once again, no judgement. I just want to share. Not many people even know how much I have written or how much I enjoy the process.
The Only Way to Burn:
Written After Our House Fire on November 15, 2014
Slowly climbing,
Shelf to shelf,
Flame by flame,
Clothes engulf.
Water can’t stop it,
There is no way,
It’s caught the wall,
Now to the attic it strays.
It engulfs the room,
And grows above the house,
Smoke filled,
Power’s out.
Father’s screaming,
Sister running,
Dogs are stuck,
Cat is hiding.
The family escapes,
With minor burns,
One dog makes it,
As they watch it burn.
Flames higher than the tallest tree,
Almost spreading to the next house,
Running and yelling,
To try and get them out.
Fire fighters arrive,
Check the surroundings,
Start breaking in,
To check the scene.
Electrically started,
The house is gone,
Burned, back roof,
With a whole side being gone.
The hose and water,
Start filling the frame,
Dripping through the sides,
Like it’s crying with pain.
The youngest daughter heard a crack,
The others didn’t hear it,
But that’s what happened.
The father’s face had secondary burns,
From trying to stop the fire,
Before it got worse.
The oldest daughter,
Got first degree going back in,
To make sure they got out safely.
This family lost their home,
But they have each other,
And that’s enough,
To start all over
How do I know of this tragedy?
This happened to me and my family,
At 2:30 in the morning.
Kristen LeBlanc
Someone I Never Got to Know:
Written for My Grandfather, Basile Macera
You met me,
When you were 62.
Now I’m 23,
Saying good bye to you.
I regret,
Not getting to know,
The man,
Whose story became my own.
He married a woman,
Who loved him dearly,
Who gave birth to three children,
Katherine, Tony, and Cindy.
Katherine was my mom,
Someone else I didn’t get to know,
Who died with me by her side,
And was only 44 years old.
With life,
Comes death,
And by dying,
There is new life.
My only reason now,
For crying,
Is not getting to know my loved ones,
Before they said good bye.
Spending time with family,
Just isn’t the same,
As listening to tall tales,
Or something they say.
We meet up,
We talk and eat,
We hug and kiss,
Then leave.
We are wasting time,
Trying to get life to go by faster,
Missing out on what is right in front of us,
Instead of what’s long after.
I regret,
Never experiencing,
The knowledge he had,
Or the lessons she could give.
We have,
But one life to live,
Think before you decide to act,
Because this is it.
Kristen LeBlanc
More Than You:
Written for My Boyfriend on Our 1 Year Anniversary
To find someone,
Who doesn't care,
How you look,
Or what you wear.
They love you,
Every flaw,
You're the most beautiful,
Girl they've ever saw.
You may not think,
You're perfect,
But to them,
You're more than worth it.
A year has gone by,
And it seems like,
That just yesterday,
We said hi.
The connection between us,
Has done nothing,
But evolve,
Into a love so strong,
That others can't help,
But just watch.
They say we're a cute couple,
Even adorable,
But I say,
We're just inseparable.
We hate to stay,
Too far away,
From each other,
For too long,
But with every day,
We learn more.
A year seems like a while,
But to me,
It's just time,
Because we're happy as can be,
As you'll find.
Love has no favorites,
It doesn't know black or white,
So for my Boosky and I,
It's just right.
Kristen LeBlanc
Time Will Tell:
Written After My Grandfather, Walter LeBlanc, Passed Away
There's only one who knows,
What will happen,
When a new day has begun,
And our eyes see the sun,
As it rises in the morning,
And sets at days end...
It's warmth lets us all know,
We're never,
Alone...
We don't need to travel,
To find a place,
To call home...
I reach up,
Towards the sky,
Waiting for a reply,
But realize you're busy,
Taking care of the world,
And I can only imagine,
All you've seen and heard...
I'm patiently waiting,
To get my time with you,
Time to ask my questions...
I always ask but you answer,
One thing is always clear,
Time will tell...
Will tell me what to do...
Days seem to linger on,
When I sit waiting,
To feel you around,
Your presence welcomed,
Anytime and anywhere...
I'm never fearing,
What you have to say,
Just afraid of how to explain,
Everything I think,
And feel to be true...
There is but one thing,
That will never change,
And that is,
My faith in you...
I gaze up,
And just wonder what it's like,
To stand by your side,
Holding your hand,
As I try not to cry...
I can only imagine,
All you've thought and done...
I'm taking my turn,
To ask away,
To feel complete and free...
You comfort me,
Quietly saying,
Time will tell,
Time will make it all easy...
I let it all go,
And not hold back,
Anything I feel,
But just show,
The world that,
Nothing is hopeless,
But there is always,
A place in heaven,
To call our own...
A place that will one day be,
Our final home...
I raise up my heart,
In honor of all you've done,
For all of us and slowly see,
A rainbow run across the shy,
As the sun shines brightly,
Showing all its colors,
In full force...
Smiling from ear to ear,
I sing my soul's song,
Then collapse in prayer,
Still listening to your words...
Time will tell,
Me what is next on my journey,
Of getting closer to you.
Kristen LeBlanc
My first ever poetic piece was written right after my mom passed away back in 2006. I do not have it typed out but it was published in a book. Once I find the book that is among some of the items that made it through the fire, I will add it under the last piece above. God bless you all for taking the time to read my work. It means so much to me.
