Yesterday's yesterday
I heard that Loudon passed away
Predictive text killed me next
It said that London passed away
Yes, the day before yesterday
When I heard that he'd been taken
Although not unexpected
At 96, we were shaken
And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet
In a very little while
His portrait and life history
I wrote, began to make me smile
Instead of a friendship's ending
I thought how encounters would begin
I always had a wary smile
As I listened to grinning him
Just hearing his name makes me smile
I see his teeth and hear his laugh
Any time a chat with him
Would make things better, not half!
And so, although he's passed away
I think about him more each day
Loudon, dear, Loudon dear
He has not gone, he's vividly here
Is there a lesson for me and you?
For all the world, or just us two?
To cope when someone's passed away
Just remember their happiest day
And when the worst comes to the worst
If I go first, or you go first
Remember comforting things you've been taught
To think of the good times, and laughter, think happy thoughts.
-ends-
Written on Friday 14th July 2023, in memory of my neigbour Loudon Parkin, who passed awy on Wednesday 12rh July 2023, aged 96.
Please share links to your favourite poems.
No comments:
Post a Comment