(A Life Worth Living)
Seems I have to accept you are gone from my life
Though in truth you were really a minor
Who became major leaguer, in spite of the facts,
On the day that you called me grandfather.
We adopted each other for better or worse,
A blood bond formed with poetry's heartbeat.
Childless senior who shared your unspeakable loss,
Youthful poetry: watering my life,
Both my marriages barren (I guess it was fate)
Your real family gone in an instant.
It was mother's last gift to push you from their car
(Barely hanging from cliff and on fire) ,
She succeeded to launch oldest girl from the nest
Though she failed at extracting your brother.
It was mom's love of life that gave birth to your muse
When you woke a month later from coma!
Though you missed out on closure of family wake
Now you honor their lives with your talent,
And weep poetry's tears you can no longer fight
With your brother, just memory fading. (1)
Brian Johnston
July 8,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think some of this is a bit cryptic for me. i recall some contact with the memorialized member a couple of years or so ago. i'm glad Brian recognizes that she could be a faker. i'm NOT saying she is/was. oh no! poetry is a good tool to release feelings. go for it, Brian. i'll take a peek at chapter 2 now, 'AS TIME ALLOWS'. bri :) p.s. I'LL never call you grandfather. and you never have to write a poem about me.