For Junie

there's a
space in my heart,
that is forever yours, my junie.

scourge of my youth,
as big brothers must be,
orchestrating the corraje
of this little 'mana,
but your love
and joy of life
couldn't help but intrude,
and that was just the best

laughing...
i could do
the temptation walk, almost
and sing just like
diana with her supremes, kinda
because of you

we became older
we became friends
you knew when i needed
a little dose of you
and i knew when
you needed to shake off
dem comin' out blues...

oh, my junie
the angels wept along
with my heart wailing
when you told us
you would be soon be departing
for that forever place of deep, silent waters
and endless oblivion

God, please God
let us have junie
just a little longer, please
God needed a little
dose of you, too, i guess...

long, aching, cold nights
watching you fight the demonio
fumbling trying our best
to ease you
never wanting to believe
the end of you was so close...so close, junie

(because, you know, God
i would watch over him
the rest of my life
if you would
just let him stay...how about it?)

watching sensing
in your crowded, empty room
loved ones, gone before
coming back to the threshold, esperando
drawn by our grief and
by love that never ceases,
to wait
to watch
to help
to welcome you to God's arms...

as the tide of you
slowly ebbed,
more and more you
went away (no oh no)
i couldn't feel your spirit (please no)
and i held on tight to you (oh God, please)
so you could find your way back (God not yet, junie
please find your way back, junie...)

watching aching crying exhausted
your body slowly beaten and broken
feeling life's grip on you weakening
watching grieving
mom holding her baby boy in her arms, one last time
we all wept
and prayed with her
for God to receive her son well...

knowing that she must
mom slowly let you go, junie
we all bid you peace
cried because it hurts
when your heart breaks
and we felt you leave us
for that forever place
of silent, deep waters
and endless oblivion...

oh yes, there is this
enormous space in my heart,
it belongs to you, my junie--
and, yeah, I know, someday
we will do the temptation walk together, again
and laugh, because, you know
I could never get it right...


Section of Names Project Memorial Quilt with the panel we made for Junie (8/11/50 - 8/24/90).
Please click on image for larger view.

(c)1996, 2005 maria davis

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