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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I “What in carnation is this?” A voice I hear in my sleep of dreams and ghosts in the fog my only peace. Early mornin’ frost chills and the rains of discontent neither cleanse nor cease II I hear “Caramba Chico!” This room, it reminds me so of you. See the picture portrait, your silky hair, your canvas brush stroke, your books upon your shelf, your lonely empty chair III So it was in older days a dry Penfolds filled your sherry glass, and you of me did ask “is the table set?”. Pelau or maybe ham ‘n hops to thankful fill but you say “boy, tonight is macafouchette” IV “Christopher Columbus!” You loved among the flowers to tread, and so happily arrange the ones you took. Sip sparklin’ shandy and light a cigarette, write a letter home, read a paperback book V “Jeez-an-ages! For true?” Into wet clay buried burden and pain in the garage pedallin' the potter’s wheel. Alone in your spinnin’ dreams, dear mother, I remember how contented it made you feel VI And as the hour grew late I would camp upon your bed a while. Lay beside you - feel your warm breath, and watch you read but “Aye Caramba” nigh was your own tale of fear and death VII “Murderation! Is that so?” Keeper, but not mine to keep for there was end of time but no end of sorrows. Healer, but not ours to heal - now all we have are yesterdays and no tomorrows VIII “Jumping Jehoshaphat!” Out of the land of the isle of Trinidad landed crates of tins and jars from home. But your cup was filled by joy and life and for a brief short time filled my own IX Oh, how the music played, closer and louder the beating drums - Calypso Rose the Calypso Queen to be. When we at Carnival danced but the music died and now I long for its sweet melody X “Chuts!” Not hug, not kiss, not gaze passed between us ever again but your spirit guide my broken wings chase. Now I listen for the soul of a hummingbird on the wind flown and gone in gentle grace Written: July 1993
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