Friday The 13th Poem by Justin Gildow

I walk on the dirt path
Glancing at the flowers as I pass them by
As well as passing by the many cabins
The sun is shining and there's not a cloud in the sky
As I walk, in my mind, the singing girls and the woodsman come into my mind
Remiscing of those days I had with them all

Today is Friday The 13th
And you died a while back
But you sent me a letter before you did
Wishing me all the better
You had a job clearly outlined in your letter
You wanted me to find a few things pertaining to you
And bring them with me to decorate your tombstone

Some say Friday the 13th is unlucky
But in my life, I have to make my own luck
So as your friend
I'll pay you your final respects and what you deserve

And so hour after hour
I go through all the cabins
Finding this item and that item for you

After hours of finding what pertained to you
I carry the items with me to a rowboat
I row across the lake to a small island of land that houses your tombstone
One by one I decorate your tombstone with the items I found reminding me of you
I decorate in front, to the sides, in the back, and around your tombstone
As I finish, I silently say a prayer
I look at your tombstone and my job is done

I hope you're enjoying your time in Heaven
I know you know I'm enjoying the best I can on Earth