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| Abrazo by Mikhail Ioanidi |
A Cold Rush of Wind
Invites the Warmth of Embrace
My Gift to Myself.
--Noelle Renee
I remember, as a child, spending a lot of time alone. I was oftenshy and took great pleasure in reading and in writing poetry. It wasdifficult for other children to understand. At the age of ten, I wrotea poem about a brown and white spotted cow named Bessie and submittedit to a section for children's poetry in a local newspaper called ThePasadena Star News. It won first prize of $25.00. It was a hugeachievement for a ten-year-old; one can only imagine. Even now I havenot forgotten what pride I took in seeing my poem about dear Bessie inthe newspaper. When I see the photo of this beautiful child with herarms about herself, with such open joy in her face, I think of thelittle gifts, like this,that we can offer ourselves: a memory of onegreat day that somehow encompasses much of who we are and evokes thatof which we are truly capable.
Billie Holiday (née Eleanora GoughMcKay) had a very difficult life and her phenomenal talent andlegendary recordings remind me of the inner strength and profoundbeauty of the human spirit. I give you Eleanora Gough McKay, theindomitable "Lady Day" singing "Embraceable You." Give yourself a hug.
–Noelle Renee (all rights to Haiku reserved by author).
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