Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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Under the Skin, There Are Roads
They say we leave our trails in ourselves, not in the world. Every grief, every year we pretended not to notice, every small vow broken softly—none of it vanishes. It hides in the body and waits. Bones remember angles even after posture changes. Scars memorize what language forgets. Blood, it turns out, is an archivist with a key to every locked room.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Humans
Farewell and Remember
Looking back I desire to share what I've learned Of winding rivers, upward spiraling trees, Monumental mountains and icy blue streams. I will write it all down, my memories great The silvery scales of rainbow trout, the bear, The Alaskan eagle that sores, and the mouse. Becoming a father, afraid and excited Holding the baby you were, guiding the child So proud of the young woman you are, so proud. I have seen the world, its wonders, and secrets Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock, Egypt's great Nile, Mexico City for three years, and France. I've written it down in the Story of Me. I have time yet, to share what I know and don't I bequeath my old quill, parchment, and black ink. Write what you have learned, the good, the bad, the sweet. I give you my journals, my notes - you must read. Read to your children - remember me and smile. My gift to you has been my love, light, and truth. The love of life, the light of knowledge - pure truth.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
