KieraYale

KieraYale Oct 6

They say you have seven minutes of brain activity from the moment you die until your brain shuts down

Memories in pixel form flash before my eyes and disappear forever

I'm running in a field trying to beat my childhood crush in a race, the summer sunlight kisses my cheek and I feel safe, warm, loved.

At 16 I can see my grandmother cooking dinner as we rush to the table for a dinner with aunts and uncles that became a blurry memory in life

The cruel reality of death escapes me as my husband grasps my hand in Greece with my young daughter in his arms

Life is brief, but heavenly.

KieraYale Aug 12

3 A.M.

Oh my dear, I am so glad you are here
With fingers so tiny, and duckling soft hair
What a privilege it is to hold you so near!

KieraYale Feb 24

Dear Daughter:

I pray that you can stand at the edge of the ocean admiring the stars above, as if God himself strung them up just for you.

I pray that foreign lands and language flow through your blood so that you can feel all the pieces that you're composed of when you feel alone.

I pray that you only ever look down on those you are helping up, and that you can lend light when the world only seems to offer darkness.

I hope you find happiness in life's oddities. May you fill our home with jars of tadpoles, feathers filled with germs, and wet puppy paw prints from a dog we "didn't want".

My little girl I pray that you never know heartache that your Daddy can't fix, but most of all I pray that you find a love like the love that made you.

#daughter

KieraYale Jan 30

The Professor

Veins through leaves,
Through rivers,
Through wrists,
With so much complexity to life,
I find it hard to believe death is so simple.

KieraYale Sep 2023

Why is guilt so heavy?

I wish I could set her down.
For she weighs on me, and what could I be?
If I ignored the talk of the town.

KieraYale Aug 2023

Writer's Block

Sometimes writing is terrifying
Words come out like long legged spiders
Gross and impossible to work with

But you have to push to create
Face the fear of mediocrity
Allow fiction to sit with reality
Invite grammar for a cup of tea
Criticism arrives like a knight, blood of red ink
But the battle will be won

KieraYale Aug 2023

Native Island

Language drips from his tongue like honey,
skin kissed by the light of God.

#island #puerto #rico