Below is poetry written by various family members.
Please scroll down to see poems by myself, Bonnie Mieirs, Raymond P. Mieirs, Dolores Hinds Mieirs and Bonnie Trahern Adams.
Jennifer
Legends In Our Own Time
Childhood ...
tales of princes,
castles, magical
rescues from fates
worse than death.
Evil witches, villians,
dragons fighting battles
with wizards, faeries,
unicorns.
Barbie, ultimate
definition of beauty
I will never see.
Make believe heroes,
romance, far beyond
consciousness of
little girl at play.
Adolescence ...
movies, rock stars,
teen idols inducing
hot desire, fantasies,
while emerging curves,
mock the epitome
of female perfection
viewed on magazines.
Adulthood ...
ideal contrasts
reality as age
brings wisdom,
heartache, lines
etched finely, and
neverending battle
with g
r
a
v
i
t
y.
Heart yearns
to be noticed,
remembered,
loved ...
to have one's
name whispered,
creating vivid images
in minds, proving
that, yes, we
are all legends
in our time.
Jennifer Rae
4-4-98
Where Once You Lay
Cozy, and warm,
I awake
to find instead
cold sheet,
hollow indentation,
where once you lay.
Daylight brings,
loneliness,
I feel the
absence, of
your voice,
your touch,
your warm body.
Nightly I lay,
run my hand
down lumpy
hollows,
cold cotton,
remembering
satin skin,
silky hairs,
tickling my breasts,
passion, so sweet,
tantalizing,
lying in arms
that held me close,
and I dreamed.
Cold, I huddle,
fetal, covering,
my lone body,
with soft
cotton,
inhaling faint,
fragrant, musky,
scent, I have
not washed away.
Sleep, at last,
and in dreams,
I am not alone,
I do not feel,
your absence,
nor the lumpy
hollows, or
cold cotton,
where once
you lay.
jennifer rae 2-22-98
This Heart of Mine
Woo me with words
dripping of honey,
musical sounds
that speak of
you and I,
blissful eternity.
Dance with me,
the dance of
flickering flame,
under blue black velvet,
glistening diamonds,
the world belongs
to you and I.
Bestow
dew kissed
satin petals,
roses so sweet,
atop this bed
of mine.
Romance me,
my love,
and you shall
have
this heart of mine.
jennifer 2-13-98
Bonnie Mieirs
To Grandfather
A small mud turtle on a leather band
Whose head bobs to and fro
tells the story of a wonderful man
who has had his calling to go.
The lonesome howl of a beagles cry
joins with the whisper of the dying grass,
as each looks up at the heavenly sky,
where he has been called to rest.
It is true he has left this life
to go to the heaven's above,
while down below his lonesome wife
grieves her sorrow and undying love.
Oh Grandpa we cry as the coffins we pass,
tear stained cheeks on each face,
children, grandchildren, one to the last,
as we stand in this sorrowful place.
Oh Grandpa, Grandpa, you were a wonderful man
how much we will miss you, you'll never know;
even the mud turtle on the leather band,
whose head bobs to and fro.
1968
I Am A Person
Written for a paraplegic patient of my mother's.
I am a person.
Although I cannot walk among you.
Do not think of me as less than a person,
When you look at me, do not see only my chair;
but instead, see the spirit of my individuality.
Our emotions are the same.
Do not look me with eyes filled with pity,
or I will look back at you with the same.
For you do not see the person I am,
only the chair in which I must sit.
There is much I cannot do with you,
but there is just as much I can.
Before you can realize this,
my chair must become invisible in your eyes.
Then, my friend you shall realize
I am a person,
Just like you.
1979
Raymond P. Mieirs
A Great Man
My grandpa was a kind man,
he never hurt a thing.
When I was just a young boy
he bounced me on his knee.
He used to take me camping
to see the red wood trees.
I loved my Grandpa very much,
and know that he loved me.
He had lived a good life,
and seen an million things,
so when it came his time to die,
he left without a fight.
The Lord gave him along life,
then he took him home,
I know that where my grandpa is,
he will never be alone.
1968
Dolores Mieirs
How many tears does it take
to raise a child,
from the womb until he is a man?
Count the stars in heaven above,
and on the shores,
each grain of sand.
1970
I had a call from a boy today,
I am wrong he is a man,
for he has seen his buddy die
his blood still on the sand.
"I know the difference between Heaven and Hell"
he wrote with a steady pen,
"Heaven is where my father is,
and Hell is where I have been."
Heaven's many trials away,
but hell's beneath my feet.
(unfinished, ca 1970)
Grown Up
A sad story I heard from my daughter tonight
It was while she was telling her dollies goodnight;
They werent' the same words she had used before,
She felt she had grown up, and needed dollies no more.
"Now Betty and Barbara, Susie and Sloan
I've loved you and kept you, but now I am grown;
You'll have a new mommy, a girl just a mite,
no more can I dress you and tell you good night.'
You've been perfect dears and filled my hours with joy,
I'll always remember you as my most precious toys;
but how can I keep you when it is known,
many small girl has no doll of her own.
Your all dressed in your best, my what a sight.
You will get a trip, maybe even a long flight;
Please just keep on smiling, or I know I shall cry,
now good night my darlings, good luck and goodbye."
1957
Margaret Adams
(published in Loren Adam's Reflections on Generations)
Written in Choctaw Phraseology
Jesus Christ of heaven,
Water Calm of Life and heaven
Calm and cloudy
of heaven
Jesus Christ, this is
Margaret Adams,
Christian Angel of Choctaw Nation.
Thanking you for life.
If I can live, I want to live,
If I can't, I have to die;
But if I can live,
Don't let me die,
Water Calm of Life.
