For John Ecklin
I have buried a brother.
I have buried a father, a mother.
The ground has claimed many other
aunts and uncles at one time or another.
Friends I've lost by the score.
Seems there wouldn't be any more.
But every day, loss wears my brain sore,
realizing who will never again grace my door.
Best friends are by name defined.
They only come once in two lives affined.
If one leaves, no one steps up as if assigned.
The empty spot forever seems that way designed
My best friend is now no more.
He surely is waiting on some far shore.
Which will be shown to me when I’m no more.
A new world, where for eternities we can explore.
John and Teany left a hole in my heart allowed only by best friends.
Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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