詩; poetry

joe; in memoriam

promise me you'll ride one for me...

i remember when she came home,
my mother — with news of the man she met.
decorated with glint and spring.
“he’s a simple man,
and i love ’em.”

“Do you like steak?”
“Have you had their steak?”
He would ask, enjoying the little things,
or the big ones — and he would repair small engines.

He did favors for neighbors, no matter how big or tall,
he looked out for locality. He was a charmer, and was supportive
of my mother and loved our family. His strong character was revealing of
a tender, young heart. He loved to ride!

Love your neighbors. Do not skip them,
in favor of others. Joe knew, and I hope
in some small way, you do too.

“Roy, promise me you’ll ride one for me,
as I ride off into the sunset on mine.”
“This is it…”

Yes Joe,
this is,
it.

And with wings,
ye shall fly.

each and every
moment, of
each and every
day.

Thank you.

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