A Great Greek Tragedy Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Kim Sjostrom I have not met you, perhaps I’ll some day meet your husband.
Teddy Efkarpides, your husband not even a day,
You became faint and died in his arms when you danced your first dance together,
As husband and wife,
you’d be there always,
-never say never,
You were his Helen; he was your Paris,
-forever lovers to themselves to keep
There was much grief ands strife.
So much your tragic event that Homer would certainly weep,
Your first grade students certainly mourned your passing,
But in the end you found what loves is and you died living, loving,
That’s than I can say about a lot of other people,
Marilyn Monroe,
Anna Nicole Smith,
Heath Ledger, for example.
For the fame and money is all what they had,
But for their TAO,
-their karma was very bad.
These were made for Sophocles,
Yours can be thought of by Euripides,
So mournful is your Efkarpides.
Sjostrom is Swedish surname, was your mother Greek?
Did you let the guests toss their dishes and break them against the wall?
I personally experienced in the Placa in Athens.
Did the milky color of Ouzo with ice in a glass drape the tables?
Did you have Dimitri Tiomkin music while your guest where seated?
Somewhere on TV,
Never on a Sunday played along with the Greek called Zorba;
Of that week.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding,
you cherished the movie,
Especially when Windex cures all,
-in the movie,
Hopefully in its presence you will be at peace,
Peace of mind shall your beloved Teddy seek.

(2-11-2008)