Pamombeau

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final respects, homage, salutations

Pamombeau…

’cause a person’s name is the sweetest sound in any language,

as Dale Carnegie would say.
Pamombeau…

’cause whenever I said your name

you would smile brighter than a sunray.
Pamombeau…

’cause I know you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Pamombeau…

my dear friend, I will always remember the last time we spoke;

you were so happy, you said your headaches have finally gone away.
Pamombeau…

my dear friend, I’ll always hold onto to that day;

’cause when I said Pamombeau you smiled then asked if we could pray.
A few days later I got the call stating that you were in ICU 

and didn’t know what to say.
However, when Kristie told me to talk to you in ICU,

I knew exactly what to say.
I held your hand and said Pamombeau,

hoping that you would respond in some way.
You moved your legs, Kristie exclaimed “SHE RESPONDED,”

as I fought through a panic attack, thinking “no way.”
Pamombeau…

You taught me to always be mindful of what I say.
Thank you for being a friend,

thank you for always having kind words to say.
Thank you for telling Mr. John that I was kind to you at the library;

I still can’t believe how he hired me the next day.
Thank you for bringing me into the fold at Kohl’s;

I still live the “Yes We Can” mantra everyday.
Thank you for joining the chicken biscuit club on Saturdays;

I’ll never forget when you nonchalantly told me 

“I know you, Lydia, and Jan usually get Bojangles but… 

I bought Chick-fil-A 

and Chick-fil-A is better than Bojangles anway.”
Farewell Pamombeau…

I’m so glad that the last time we spoke you asked if we could pray.
Farewell Pamombeau…

’cause a person’s name is the sweetest sound in any language,

as Dale Carnegie would say.
Although, you were most affectionately known as Beau…

I think this one’s gonna be entitled Pamombeau 

’cause whenever I said your name

you would smile brighter than a sunray.
Farewell Pamombeau…

your name will always be an ode to Pam and Beau,

as you used to say.
As I bid my final Farewell, Pamombeau…

I think we’ll call this one Pamombeau,

as an ode to you today.
–@StevieStreets #homage #poem | Pamombeau

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Farewell to my Matriarch

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final respects, homage, salutations

Head in my hands… holding back these tears,
thinking about the woman who taught me to always face my fears.

It’s kind of funny cause I was told the first years of my life I wouldn’t cry…
I remember everyone thinking there was something wrong with me cause I wouldn’t cry;
but as long as I remember, I remember sitting next to my Aunt Elsie so I wouldn’t cry.
I remember the times she would let me spend the day with her so I wouldn’t cry.

I don’t know where I got the wisdom to tell her people are like piranhas and tears are like blood,
when she asked why I wouldn’t cry.
To this day I could hear her voice when she said it’s okay baby you’re with me go on an’ cry.

She taught me the value of family, in my troubled youth she kept me by her side.
She told me to keep my brother by my side,
she’s the reason why people still call me Stephen and Kai;
even when I’m by myself… and they don’t see Kai.

Head in my hands… tryin’ not to cry,
thinking ‘bout how she always made me my own pan of cornbread;
the last time I seen her she made me a few pans of pie.

Today as I bid farewell to my matriarch,
I find comfort in knowing she made everyone think they were special
when she gave them the gift of a pie.

I know they’re having a soul food Sunday in heaven,
I know Aunt Elsie gon’ show ‘em how to make macaroni and cheese,
cornbread, and sweet potato pie.

Today as I bid farewell to my matriarch,
yet I find comfort in knowing my heritage;
uncle Donald told me you were named after my Great Grandmother, I now know why.

Aunt Elsie… you were more than my Great Aunt;
you were everything to the boy that wouldn’t cry.
I know grandma Nancy saved a Pokeno board for you and aunt Pee Wee in the sky.

–@StevieStreets #homage #poem | Farewell to my Matriarch