Jan 2013
As I put my hands together
I wrap around the rosary of hope
The minutes fall
Across my hand
I yet to hear your voice
To my dear friend, I say goodnight.
A terrible message
I only wish it was a trick
I try not to think, but it’s something I have to face.
The trumpet will sound its horn
Until the morning will bring upon
Let’s hope you’re born again
I’ll never forget your name
A true friend you were
And still are
I send my guardian angel to make sure you’re okay
I can’t face this truth
A pain that can’t walk away
A day I could wish to tell you,
You’re the man
An hour to reminisce
A minute to shake your hand one last night
Tonight I will say goodnight.
To a friend, it’s hard to close my eyes
Never would I have thought an image of you would disappear
A person who is brilliant as the mind
Never again would you have to cry
Farewell to a friend, remember you’re forever in my heart and others
To a friend, I say goodnight my dear great friend.
I wrap around the rosary of hope
The minutes fall
Across my hand
I yet to hear your voice
To my dear friend, I say goodnight.
A terrible message
I only wish it was a trick
I try not to think, but it’s something I have to face.
The trumpet will sound its horn
Until the morning will bring upon
Let’s hope you’re born again
I’ll never forget your name
A true friend you were
And still are
I send my guardian angel to make sure you’re okay
I can’t face this truth
A pain that can’t walk away
A day I could wish to tell you,
You’re the man
An hour to reminisce
A minute to shake your hand one last night
Tonight I will say goodnight.
To a friend, it’s hard to close my eyes
Never would I have thought an image of you would disappear
A person who is brilliant as the mind
Never again would you have to cry
Farewell to a friend, remember you’re forever in my heart and others
To a friend, I say goodnight my dear great friend.
This poem is dedicated to my good friend, Gerson. I met him in 9th grade in science class and this day will live in my memories and even in the afterlife. Brilliant young man, filled with opportunity of making it, succeeding and creating a name for himself in life. It very sorrowful his life was cut short, but his name will last a life time, a person of bliss and a smile that made me want to be as talented as him. My most precious memories with him was playing guitar with him and hanging with him during lunch in the music room when I had no one to talk too. A fellow student, friend, and son has gone away, but his name will live on. I give my deepest sincere and gratitude to his parents and siblings, I wish them the best. For my friend, Gerson rest in peace buddy, I hope you enjoyed your time on earth, I hope one day you’re reborn into something wonderful, beautiful as the morning sunrise, Gentile as the wind, strong as a grizzle bear, and noble as an eagle. Rip, Gerson.
