Monday, December 8,1980.10: 50 P.M.
I was sound asleep. Work tomorrow
Tuesday, December 9,1980
Alarm on. Out and into shower.
Shave. Can't hear radio.
Getting dressed, and in the background I'm hearing "Imagine."
Then "Wheels, " "Beautiful Boy, " "Help, " "I Should Have Known Better."
Why?
And the news sinks in. And I have to go teach Grade 6 English
and read Curious George to four classes of Kindergartens and Grade ones.
And, I'm alone in my new house, in a small town called Aylmer (population 5,000) .
My wife is away during the week at University, and I hate my job,
and he's decaying on some slab as I read to twenty-five five year olds. Some of these kids will get to know and love his work. So will their kids and grandkids. I know. Like Mozart.
Tuesday, December 9,1980.10: 00 P.M.
Me, Jack D. and my turntable going round and round, like his wheels.
Simply the best tribute to John ever Thanks for this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Francie, I like this one even better than your first one. I love the way that you've integrated your personal and professional lives into this powerful tribute. It gives the reader a very good insight into your nature. I commend you for that.