The Soul Lives On

This week I am writing poems about death. Without knowing it, we center most of our life around death. We grieve and miss those who have passed away. In the authors opinion, We should celebrate death. I believe if you ask for forgiveness you will get into heaven. Funerals should be similar to a coming home party for college students. No I don’t believe we should partake in beer pong or other fun games at a funeral. However, some refreshments, a little music and fun memories spent with them would be a better send off to paradise. Remember, they may be physically away from you but they will always be in your heart. The memories you shared with them will be with you forever. Please read and enjoy the poems I have wrote.

The sweetest corn bread is made in davie.

The sweetest cornbread is made in Davie.
As far as eyes can see
Warmer than sand
From across lands and lands
Their is no cornbread is sweeter than the cornbread I held in my hands
Sun rises amongst the dune
Children running in the afternoon
Night falls
And ends it all
The sweetest cornbread was made by you
Crossword puzzle
Easter dresses ruffles
You were gods gift to me
But as far as I know
The sweetest cornbread is made in Davie
Sweet potatoes pie
Troubled cries
But in my eyes
Their is no sweeter
The sweetest cornbread is made in Davie.

The inspiration behind “The sweetest cornbread is made in Davie”

“The sweetest corn bread is made in Davie” is a very close poem to me. I thought about the poem while thinking about my grandmother. We have a cornbread pot that has been passed down to us from the slavery days. The cornbread recipe is only passed on to one person which was my mother. My grandmother passed away in her sleep while at home. I miss her dearly. This poem is for you.

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