Valetta Tammsaar-Kindred
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2024 5:57 pm
Eh….you win some, you lose a few dozen
From happy times, from life so brief.
To blips of joy, and wails of grief.
Family. One lost, one gained.
With happiness which rarely wained.
Strength, once challenged, never failed.
Mind, old traitor, always bailed.
Matter though, it never did.
Her happiness, it burst its lid.
Never one to stay held down, put on a smile.
And be the clown.
Mind it though, she never did.
Love for friends, she never hid.
Hurt once, a terrible thing.
Hurt twice, pulled by a string.
Smiled again, the sweet girl.
As she felt her world unfurl.
From distant shore,
To strange new world.Again she flies.
To colder skies.
Home, rebuilt from mud.
Stained by strangers, guts and blood.
Leave it there, graves and all.
For soon we all will hear their call.
But no time to answer, sweetest friends.
We have not yet met our end.
(End of cringy poem. I’m sorry.)
Valetta enjoyed Alaska.
The winters, the fishing.
And she kept calling Thornton, Lottie and Aspen…whether they ever answered, is a question best answered by others.
She was lost in life. But her family helped.
Chloe, Darnell and Christina.
One big, happy, weird family.
Just like it always was.
Valetta lived. She always did.
Whether she wanted to or not, she lived.
Goodnight, Knox.
And goodnight, Valetta.
From happy times, from life so brief.
To blips of joy, and wails of grief.
Family. One lost, one gained.
With happiness which rarely wained.
Strength, once challenged, never failed.
Mind, old traitor, always bailed.
Matter though, it never did.
Her happiness, it burst its lid.
Never one to stay held down, put on a smile.
And be the clown.
Mind it though, she never did.
Love for friends, she never hid.
Hurt once, a terrible thing.
Hurt twice, pulled by a string.
Smiled again, the sweet girl.
As she felt her world unfurl.
From distant shore,
To strange new world.Again she flies.
To colder skies.
Home, rebuilt from mud.
Stained by strangers, guts and blood.
Leave it there, graves and all.
For soon we all will hear their call.
But no time to answer, sweetest friends.
We have not yet met our end.
(End of cringy poem. I’m sorry.)
Valetta enjoyed Alaska.
The winters, the fishing.
And she kept calling Thornton, Lottie and Aspen…whether they ever answered, is a question best answered by others.
She was lost in life. But her family helped.
Chloe, Darnell and Christina.
One big, happy, weird family.
Just like it always was.
Valetta lived. She always did.
Whether she wanted to or not, she lived.
Goodnight, Knox.
And goodnight, Valetta.