Good-Bye Phil
Goodbye, Phil
Why die, Phil?
Now we all cry, Phil
Your greatness, Phil, in not tainted
Most could recognize
Your paintings, prize
But who could see behind those eyes?
Writers’ group did
When you put pen to paper you took off the lid
For your soul I will bid
To send you to heaven I vote
As long as there’s enough black paint
I hope
And endless canvasses
And to criticism just say “nope”
Unless it’s constructive
And not reductive
You deserve the best
Kind and gentle to the rest
No favorites did you have
Yet with you gone our hearts need a salve
Your light permeated my life
I just pray you are now free from all your strife
You are special, Phill
One hundred percent you, Phil
No one can replace you, Phil
I love you too, Phil
Copyright © Shoshana Batson | Year Posted 2014
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