Jul 2013
He was a bright kid,
He was as brilliant, as the son
Any father would be proud of,
His dad was!
And still is,
How could he not be?,
High School, Masters, PHD,
He had the grades, and
If he was like his dad his
Heart was in the right place,
But the lake did not care,
His mom,
His sister,
His dad,
They have all cried tears
That burn and soak stains
That never seems to come out,
And never stop,
Sepia memories,
Unforgettable,boy to man,
Un-refillable,
Undeniable, emptiness,
Now heart wrenching sad.
Sad.
©DWE072013
He was as brilliant, as the son
Any father would be proud of,
His dad was!
And still is,
How could he not be?,
High School, Masters, PHD,
He had the grades, and
If he was like his dad his
Heart was in the right place,
But the lake did not care,
His mom,
His sister,
His dad,
They have all cried tears
That burn and soak stains
That never seems to come out,
And never stop,
Sepia memories,
Unforgettable,boy to man,
Un-refillable,
Undeniable, emptiness,
Now heart wrenching sad.
Sad.
©DWE072013
For A.M and family at the loss of their son 072113
something so rare to take part in creation,
as a writer, of words,
as an artist, of a work,
as a parent, a child,
Nothing compares,
to the joy when they take
that breath, your joy is
so full the room bursts at the
seams, even though the years
ahead will be so difficult.
You wrestle with your creation,
winning only when you recognize,
that was never yours to limit
and control, only guide the chaos,
and hope,
and pray,
and hope some more,
and believe,
in the relationship of
father to son and
mother to son and
sister to brother and
family,
then
they succeed or fail,
they fail or succeed,
but
you love them,
love them
them,
even when he left
without asking,
before you were ready,
to say goodbye.
something so rare to take part in creation,
as a writer, of words,
as an artist, of a work,
as a parent, a child,
Nothing compares,
to the joy when they take
that breath, your joy is
so full the room bursts at the
seams, even though the years
ahead will be so difficult.
You wrestle with your creation,
winning only when you recognize,
that was never yours to limit
and control, only guide the chaos,
and hope,
and pray,
and hope some more,
and believe,
in the relationship of
father to son and
mother to son and
sister to brother and
family,
then
they succeed or fail,
they fail or succeed,
but
you love them,
love them
them,
even when he left
without asking,
before you were ready,
to say goodbye.
