✦ A Felix

Writings & Musings

Poetry, prose, and reflections from the author of I Am A Soul — words born from life, loss, wonder, and the quiet hours between.

For parents who lost too soon

Hi Mummy and Daddy, I'm sorry I left you today. It wasn't because of anything you did, Or anything that you said. It wasn't that I didn't feel all of your love, Or the warmth that flooded my heart, As I lay in your tummy, Mummy, so safe and so snug, Even though we now have to part.

Your love draped me softly in bright rainbow light, And made me just flutter in glee. I felt rainbow love every time I heard your voices, Or you sang a sweet song just for me.

When you cuddled me close from the outside in, Those heart hugs were simply the best. And I felt every one of them deep in my soul, As I lay there in quiet and rest.

Daddy, your deep voice would make me chuckle, Would I sound the same as you if I were a boy? Or Mummy, would I be as gentle as you, And bring you such comfort and joy, if a girl?

I hope you're not sad that I had to go on, It just wasn't my time to stay. As the machines beeped loud and signalled my demise, I know my heart will forever be beating with yours, Though my body has now faded away.

It wasn't quite strong enough to stay, But please don't be sad, my sweet Mummy and Daddy, I'm a love you will never forget. For you are with me, and I am with you, In the brilliant morning rays and the soft evening dew. I'll hold you forever in bright rainbow light, My Mummy and Daddy, I love you.

— A Felix

Words fail me I am confounded by impaired sight The spirit is waning, and the alphabets fall sideways Into a canal of unspoken dreams and broken attachments

Once powerful and strong, she is drawn and trodden The years have stoned her into a gully of faults and fears Unrealized and with failing heart or healing A broken woman she sits within me

Cut by the past, the despair and failings Of history and historians The woman grows weaker by the hour Years that fit into a grain of sand

Of worthless reflections to find meaning There is purpose but to what end She is I and I she Change the past and change the path

But alas, it won't come to pass So now she sits alone with visions and rememberings To lighten the load to stare into the day's sun Her time is coming, her end is nearing

She is I and I she Beaten barely standing, pillaged yet still here Unencumbered by the sinful mules She is I And I she.

— A Felix

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I Am A Soul

by A Felix

A gentle, poetic picture book following a bright little soul's magical journey through the cosmos — before birth. Written with love, hope, and wonder.

"Every life begins with love and every soul has a place where it belongs."

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