Devoted Godfather Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forging into another day, morning sun shining directly
into my eyes, blinding me while sitting here at a table
writing.

Thinking about the coming hours, wondering what they'll
bring and will be good or give more suffering, not want-
ing to do anything really, just write.

Unfortunately having to take care of life and keep going
with inane difficulties that need to be straightened
out, preferring to listen to music.

Clarinet, violin, sax, guitar having a great time when
playing them and other instruments I've had since child-
hood.

Given to me by my Uncle/Godfather John, the best in the
world, always devoted to me, his only Godchild/Niece,
feeding my love of music throughout my younger days.

Remembering him through the years, cigar in his mouth,
never lit, always smiling and laughing, driving his pick
up around town with his dog, Buttons on the seat beside
him, missing him intensely, he died of cancer when I was
only 16.