My Mother-Sister-Friend Poem
by Frances Stone – Ms. Recovery Writes
I have loved and admired Oprah since she arrived on my television after school in the 1980s. She was hope for change—in the darkness on topics nobody dared to discuss—just by being herself. She was evidence (and it was true), that if you set your mind to it, you really could do anything.
I wrote this poem when her show was going off the air and I was struggling to understand why I was so heartbroken. I began to research her life and in doing so, I was inspired again and again by all that she had overcome. As I was reading about her life, I kept thinking of the first line “This is the story of a little Negro girl who grew up to be a queen...” I worried about that line being offensive and it made me very uncomfortable to respect it by writing it down, but I think it exemplifies all the change that happened over the course of her lifetime, how she was viewed as a little girl and how she is viewed today. Oprah has been a pivotal mentor in my life and I dream one day of being able to meet her and give her a hug for all the ways she has bee an inspiration to me.
The Gift of Hope ~ Oprah
This is the story of a little Negro girl
who grew up to be a queen.
She was crowned by her grandmother,
gifted, special; a tiny little seed
planted in her mind, without its meaning.
But within her; a soul, a spirit
that grabbed it and believed it.
Back and forth, she would go
mother, father, grandma, auntie;
but she always felt most at home
and least alone, with her reading and her writing.
It would be tested, this tiny little seed
when a hand would touch her skin,
wound her why? she didn't understand
it was trying, to choke it and to steal it.
But, that little seed was strong.
Spirit-led, she forgave, to build her life on love.
Funny how you feel you know someone,
even though you've never met.
But, its the heart of this little girl
and her transcendence of all
that said she wasn't good enough
to become the queen that she believed,
~ that's the girl that I love.
and every time I see her face,
shes daring me to do the same;
shes daring me to dream.
How ever will I say fare-thee-well to Oprah, my mother-sister-friend,
for all these years of friendship, when I too found myself alone?
Thank you, for who you are
and who you continue to become;
you showed the power of a little tiny seed of love
and gave the gift of hope.
Fair well, be well, dear friend Oprah.
All my Relations - Frances Stone, Ms. Recovery Writes
Frances Stone is the Author of A Reflection of Love ~ A Different Kind of Love Story, a Recovery Counsellor and a Radio Co-Host of Talk Recovery Vancouver, a show about addiction and recovery issues, located in the DTES of Vancouver, BC. In her spare time, she does laundry and mothers three clever, curious and challenging little humans.