Linda is my sister.
She is a 36 year old woman who for the last 20 years has been locked within a horrible prison named schizophrenia. Even when taking her meds she is not very quick to seek out others or to start conversations even with the members of her family. That is why it came as quite a shock to me when she asked me if I was still writing on this site.
When I replied that ' yes I was', she asked if I could do her a favor and put a poem that she had written for our deceased Father out where other people could read it. To say the least I was shocked, as her usual treatment of the rest of the world is to hide from it, and picking up a pen to write is just unheard of.
I agreed to do so.
Why this came about now, seven years after Dad died I guess only she knows.
The spacing and grammar are hers
Lighting the way< br>Space is the empty< br>and time can't loan me< br> anything< br>my vision is my Father< br>and I am forever more
As we could see your eyes< br>The way was brought to us< br>beyond the velvet skies< br>A willow whispering felt more unrest< br>than we in our times< br>of our harsh goodbyes
Life beyond silver horses< br>dashing at midnite< br>Life where an answer is found by locking it up< br>Freedom is the last glimmering moment of a star< br>Flying off to be alone
Space is the empty< br> and time can't loan me < br> anything