When I found out that a good friend was terminally ill I drew this picture and jotted down these words to accompany the picture. I had no conscious plan when writing and I found the words somewhat obtuse and abstract, my mind was trying to tell me something perhaps.
I reflect on these words again today after further sad news about my friends’ condition. I have no platitudes or euphemisms today just emotion.
For my friend Ian.
I saw you standing on the bridge
You were waving
Now you’re out of reach
The memory so vivid, it’s amazing
We were on a stage the spotlight glaring
Five years later I saw a photograph
There was a light above our heads, a halo blazing?
We were always the underdog, defiantly remaining
Sometimes things don’t knit together
But you’re still standing there dear brother, waving or crossing the bridge
What does it mean?
Its significance not lost on me just ignored
I love you
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Poetry often expresses best what we are feeling.
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