Red Boat

From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers defiantly.

Out there, you will be
painting the horizon
with your thoughts.

Here, with me, you’ll
spin poems and tales
showing me what you
want and love to see.

From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers no more.

Your red boat was lost
to the sea, your stories
were taken from me,
and your love lost at sea.

For David

If my brother was alive, today David would celebrate his 53rd Birthday.

It doesn’t seem like 7 years since he died.

David’s last Birthday Cake.

Pictures of the three of us
Pictures of the two of us
Pictures of you

The pictures of you linger
The pictures of you smiling
The pictures of you

Pictures of the three of us are all that remains
Pictures of the two of us are all that remains
Pictures of you are all that remains

on your birthday