Ph: Memorial: A Late Note Of Appreciation Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Memorial: A Late Note Of Appreciation
Should have written this much sooner,
Now there's just too much to say,
Even love-sick honeymooner
Wouldn't leave his Mom this way.
Last weeks all were good ones weren't they?
No one knew what lay in store,
Easy talk as smooth as ballet
Sleep waltzed through the day and more.
I remember - were there coyotes?
Howls that laced peyote nights.
Desert air stirred pastel high notes
Cliffs that danced with ghostly lights.
Always there when ground fog lifted
By my side when shadows fell,
Guiding me when focus shifted,
Mom, you loved me, I could tell.
Tremulous now apprehension,
Something's changing, like a spell,
Light that comes with new dimension!
Oh Mom, embrace your son's farewell.
September 28,2014
Poet's Notes:
In memory of Mathew Schilling, son of close friend Nancy Schilling.
Poet's Notes:
For Nancy Schilling, In loving memory of her son, Matthew.
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And thank you Merov Tac for such deep appreciation of my new poems that you always award them with a brainless, knee jerk 1.0, but truly Merov I am not the greatest poet in the world! It is nice to know you think so though, so obsessed with paying me homage that within hours of a posting you are almost always the first to rate it. Really young man, do you live on your computer? Try to stay away from junk food will you and remember to brush your teeth!
Still confused about ratings however aren't you, dear poet without a home, banned by your peers from being known by your true name and thus unable to share your sweet poetry as well. Don't worry your tiny brain about it though, there is nothing you can break that God and/or I can't fix! And please close the door as you go out to play in your worm garden. You know how upset the rest of us get when you let in flies dear!
Always there when ground fog lifted. Beautifully written poem and expressive one.
My deepest condolences to Nancy Schilling whose son's death earlier this week from complications arising from his struggle with diabetes, took a wonderful young man, a friend to many, and a beloved son far too soon. Vaya con Dios, Matthew.
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5/3/2024 8:40:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poetically written tribute. It is sad though, how we come into this world joyfully but leaves when we least expect a departure. Life is full of uncertainties that makes a long term planning vague. When someone dies, it draws my attention to mourn myself as we are all indebted to death. May the young man's soul rest in perfect peace. My deepest condolence to the mother. good job Brian!