Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Gift of Legacy
I was about eight years old when my Nana introduced me to poetry. One of the most amazing women that I have ever known, was also an amazing poet and writer. She gave riveting inspirational messages at church, and her faith in God lead to her write timeless poems. It was natural for her to want to share her passion with me. We were very close, and I believe God lead her to plant the seed within me.
One day, she had a black & white composition book on the table. She gave me the book, and I asked "What do I write about?" She replied, "Anything you want to!" Wow, really? It started out very innocent with Roses are red, violets are blue... Then, I started paying attention to what people were saying and doing around me. My emotions and opinions began to take a life of their own. I became more of myself, which was not yet defined, but I was changing. My notebook became a trusted friend that traveled with me everywhere, and allowed me to safely express myself. What a wonderful gift and legacy my Nana passed down.
Nana passed away during my senior year of high school, six days after my 18th birthday. She left me a foot locker of all her poetry, speeches, and writings. She always knew that I would be a published author! As a kid, she said, "When you publish your book, include my poetry too." So, that is exactly what I did, and will continue to do. She is a constant motivation for me, and I thank God that I had her in my life for 18 years. She is still working on my behalf, and I still use those composition books!
Our strength comes from within. It fits neatly into our hearts and minds, but reveals itself when we ask it too. It's power can propel our dreams into flight, and sustain us through the journey. What a journey I have had, but it has only just begun! Thanks Nana, miss you.