Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Memories of Bob

I met him on a summer’s day,
  when life seemed very far away

A home once mine when as a boy,
  I’d lived and loved and searched for joy

Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,
  the black sheep son, now left askance

As I walked past this house so tall,
  a dark haired man in t-shirt called

“How are you today” he said and smiled,
  my burden lightened, my mood beguiled

I knew that instant, my Angel named,
  and in that moment, we friends became

With all the magic in his heart
  my life rebuilt, he drew the chart

For two short years he gave me all,
  and fifty more I still recall

How at a crossroads he there stood
  a lighthouse shining, and always would

I owe so much to that young man
  who took me in and took my hand

And saved me from a life unhinged,
  and me a stranger—but not to him

Bob may be gone, but deep inside,
  his smile stays, his goodness shines

If I may live another year,
  his words I’ll carry close and dear

And thank my Brother from the sun,
 —for the grateful man that I’ve become

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)
        ‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’

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Heidi Sands March 7, 2018 at 10:37 AM I love this poem. It is so well expressed. A favorite for me. I can identify with it completely. ! Thank God for Bob. :)

James Horn March 7, 2018 at 10:27 AM Lost both my dad, brother and son. Death ain't easy. Dad died when I was 14 and had three sisters and two brothers younger than me. Jim Horn