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A New Season and Reflection

For Dad, G-Daddy, PePe, Milton and Our Friend

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By means of reflecting I weave the way
Once he stood straight, steady and tall.
He joked with the warmth of candle wax
A trusted friend to those big and small.

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The first day you meet him
You might say, “I feel like
I have known him forever.”

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He raised a family with a twinkle
He sure was struck on his kin.
I suppose it’s nothin’ strange about that,
for a nicer lot were no where found.
True love grew up - right out of the ground.

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Known as G-Daddy to his grandchildren
I’m sure they came with fun and games
And building blocks – then garden walks.

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In the aftermath of all those wonderful years
Now sunk half-down in his 80’s
He rode his mornings in a scooter
Through his garden of painted flowers,
Slow and steady keeping a watchful eye on the sky,
Listening to wings and the beauty of songbirds
Whistle as they pass by.

 
 

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Sometimes the descent of life becomes difficult.
Even the greatest of all men … at GOD’s call,
Will be drawn to the ground when the time comes.

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Fewer reach the promised land with such glory
For more than me, it only took one look to see
Libby was not only his wife, she was a trusted best friend
Faithful she was – time and time again.
Love’s most terrific rut is when you are stuck deep in trust.
With love, patience, dignity and affection.
They could hardly contain their happiness.
Age in love knows not the years.
She knew the days were long past the best.

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The moment of death … is like the end of the story.
Mother earth belongs to the dead.
That’s what the Indians said.
GOD’s world for the living are few.
Father sky has countless sum yet to come.
That’s exactly what the Bible said!

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Made faint by age and a thrashing will
The leaf has fallen, our flower withered.
Don’t sulk cause GOD called him home.
He comes to live in an enduring house
And he will not be alone.

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May he Rest in Peace
Beneath the stone on top of the Ridge he so loved.
Beside his church – at home with family and friends.

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The leaving is hard when everything is gone.
Alone – are those parting trails for the ones left behind
While trying to find their way.

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The words, “Good bye” sound so
Lonesome, empty and sad.
But … we will meet you again and again.
Back a moment in time with your jokes,
Dear Friend.

Catch the sight of this, G-Daddy.
As long as there are horses,
There will be road apples to see.
And people to tease.

We all love you and will miss you.


Jimmy Fox, September 30, 2006