THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE
THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE
WHO ARE LIVING PORTALS-
WIDE OPEN DOORWAYS
TO THE GREAT RIVER
OF ALL THINGS THAT FEED OUR SOULS
IT’S NOT THAT THEY TRAINED FOR THIS JOB
OR
EVEN ASPIRED TO BECOME THIS WAY
THEY WERE CHOSEN
BY SOME
WINGED BEING
HANDPICKED
TO STAND AT THE GATE
TO THE DIVINE
THEY HOLD THE DOOR OPEN
SO THE REST OF US CAN
WARM OUR HEARTS IN THE LIGHT
THAT BLAZES THROUGH THEM-
ILLUMINATING THE DARKNESS
YOU
WERE ONE OF THOSE PORTALS
A GATEKEEPER
AND WE
ARE ALL BETTER
FOR HAVING KNOWN YOU
Word Ninja Girl 
I love your poems and have read them at a neighbors bonfire. I wanted to share this with you and get your feedback.
My mom passed just over two years ago. The Monday before Christmas I was walking Chester (our border collie that helped care for my mom) about 10:30pm in the snow. Itâs wasnât too dark because the clouds and snow made it bright. I had the most amazing and overwhelming experience since my mom passed. It took me two hours to gather myself and then I wrote this. We live on a dead end circle road near Duck Lake and there are lots of pines and evergreens. Here is my story and the photo I shot. Thank you for reading.
A walk with Chester and Mom
Guided along the road by the tire tracks and the soft glow of the clouds bouncing off the newly fallen snow I felt her.
The snow trimmed trees were bending towards the ground as I passed as if to honor mom.
The presence of her grew stronger as I walked. My breath became rapid and softly the tears filled my eyes. She was there wrapping me up in her love as moms do.
I paused not once but three times and turned back to where I had just been. She is here I told Chester. We continued walking around the circle road and the overwhelming feeling continued to envelope me.
I stopped one more time to capture the quiet moment. As we began walking the final stretch, I had the sensation that someone was walking towards me in the soft darkness. She really was there be it only in my minds eyes.
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Hi there, I’m so sorry about the long pause in writing a response to you. I honestly don’t look at the comment area of my blog very often so I miss a lot. Today is the day that I did read the comments.
Your words are quite lovely! I know that feeling of knowing that someone who is no longer with us has paid a visit. It’s reaffirming.
Here’s a little “homework” for you. Go back through all your beautiful words and on a seperate piece of paper, pull out the words or phrases that resonate with you most. Then write a brand new piece with only the “golden words” used in each thought.
Here are a few things I see in your words-
The snow laden trees bowed their heads as I walked beside my mother’s presence.
Pausing three times to turn and see if she followed, Chester waited each time as if to say, “Of course she’s here.”
Keep writing! And then weed through removing extra words you do not need. Most of all, keep listening to the world around you. Hovering just out of your line of sight is every poem you must write. And when you write them, there’s a small celebration from those who are gone because you painted a word picture and have now mde them immortal.
Keep writing!!
XO,
Mimi