Puppeteer Come Home! by Michelle Warkentin

Where did she go?
Shadows of life, echo in empty rooms,
family photos, storyboard walls,
gather dust in empty halls.

She was here, she existed, 
There was laughter as she played with us,
she wrote songs, she charmed the crowd
she was not silent, she was loud!

Edits of her work sit on her desk, 
Messy notes and scribbles of life, 
scripts of story pages of rewrites.
Evidence she was here, where did she go?

She channelled story
through our ping pong eyes,
our puppeteer, our sacred guide,
lifting veil to the other side.

Now we slump sadly still,
frozen mouths begging for breath,
hands to impress, longing
to entertain her guests.

We exist, though make no earthly sound.
Our voices vibrate on sacred ground,
in her dreamscapes, we are found.
She will awaken from this dreamers cloud.

WE will call her home,  animate her form,
channelling our spirits, through mystical poems.
Our life source,  our old friend,
Time to play and laugh again!

Let go of what came before,
Discover and embrace life once more!
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Letting go of what came before
To discover and embrace life, once more!

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About Michelle Warkentin
I lost my husband a year ago to pancreatic cancer, he was sick for 18 months before.
I have been a puppeteer for many years, it has been hard to go back but I hear puppet voices calling me home.