Empressjournee Jamaica

Left With a Quiet Ocean

We held hands like it was our last meeting
I kiss your cheek, comb your hair
as tears roll down my eyes,
I wanted you to stay with me forever
my best friend, my companion–Mother
your breathing alarming and i want to
quiet the sound that reminds me
that death was near
I held you in my arms and cried,
“Don’t leave me! You held on as much
as you can
as I climb the stairs to a quiet place
in my hands–the good book,
Our favorite words, you drew your last
i ran down the stairs, you were gone,
left a lifeless body and I was face with
the fact that I was alone with a quiet
ocean in the middle of nowhere,
My best friend you were, still is,
I never knew how deeply you loved me,
until the end, I felt so loved–thank you,
now gone to a place more beautiful,
So I am told, its just me and I.

Empress M.

About the author


I was born in Jamaica West Indies, immigrated to the United States of America at the tender age of ten. I've had the great privilege as an uprising reggae singer to perform as an open act for various great singers like Dennis Brown, Calypso Rose and others I admired. I also had the great opportunity to meet Dr. Bettye Shabazz and other great leaders. Because of my divine supreme using giants and various people to help develop within and allowed the God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness of his love. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my gifts.