Last poetry prompt is to write a farewell poem, and I am writing mine to a young friend who I much respect as he enters the last days of his life.
Farewell, Good Soul
I wonder if you will die tonight.
If not tonight, soon. Too young.
Includer, friend, husband, father
son, brother, seeker, keeper of trees,
you have feared, raged, wept, hoped,
hung on, calmed, wiped tears, let go.
You walked into my office seeking
wisdom, left as much as you found.
Thank you. I will miss you. Farewell.
Victoria Hendricks, April 30, 2009