For Joann, who might have been 67 today and our eldest, Daniel Jason, who might have been 39 today.
A son is buried 'neath Monmouth's fields
at the mountain of the little olives
just a short pass from Vince Lombardi
whom I’m sure recruited him by now.
I’ll bet his mom is at the game
cheering her young wide receiver
every Saturday in October
under coach’s watchful eye.
Comes the chill of Autumn days
I wish I could be at the game
rooting for our little man
when Coach Lombardi sends him in.
I guess I’ll be there soon enough
the blink of an eye is all we have
to watch him run the down and out
to cheers that only ghosts can hear.
Originally published on Fictionique http://fictionique.com/?p=9883
©Toritto (words) - 2011
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-R-
The river between what is and what might have been is a narrow one; and crossing it takes' the blink of an eye'. May your time on this side be filled with peace as you remember your beloved ones.
R♥
rated with love
Wow!
Great great write!
Rated.
Mine is buried in a huge park.
I cannot bear the journey anymore.
But I go to honor the promises made...to remember.
Füsun said it the way I feel,too.
The loss is hard to bear but the dividing line "takes the blinking of an eye."
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