The Loss of a Friend the Potential Loss of Another

The loss of a friend - Kenny - 58 years. May the blue skies and your brown eyes be filled not – with a tear, only memories of everything dear ! The potential loss of another - John - 48 years It has been many a year, John, since from you, I did hear. And now, to learn, my man, fate has played it’s pat hand. Cruel as it is John, I guess it will stand. I can only hope and pray John, that you may get to play another hand or two. B. J. “A” 2 March 9th 2005

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Kp Nunez

Date: 2/10/2015 11:47:00 AM

BTW sire, yes, I've been receiving all your replies to all my comments. So nice of you to reply quite enthusiastically to my daily excursion to your page. I find your poetry especially the father=daughter theme very interesting. :D

Kp Nunez

Date: 2/10/2015 11:41:00 AM

Poignantly sad and beautiful...especially the line "...only memories of everything dear". And the sad wish "...that you may get to play another hand or two". I like it's controlled sentimentality...wishing to keep the best from the departed and wish the best for the one soon to be departing. A midnight prayer and smiles from the land of a thousand isles Kim:)

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/10/2015 2:32:00 PM

Good morning Kim : As usual my Dear, I am most grateful for all your attention, your comments, all your praise of my stuff !!! We are going to have to stop meeting like this or people are going to start talking - LWM ( L augh W ith M e ). You will have to forgive me Kim, for I – with this old, slow brain – could not translate “ BTW ” into something meaningful or at least what you meant by those letters ??? A translation would be appreciated . “ The loss of a friend. The potential loss of another. ” I wish that that were the case “ I like it's controlled sentimentality ” but not my Dear, Kenny’s fifty eight year friendship died with him some fifteen years ago and so, after five years, after his moving on “ controlled sentimentality ” would not be apropos.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/10/2015 2:30:00 PM

“ wish the best for the one soon to be departing.” is still in my heart, for our forty eight year friendship has now become fifty eight years as I spent a number of times with him in his Brantford Ontario hospital room, his home for the past year and a half. A survivor born with one arm, beat cancer that was at the heart of my poem and now to lay in a hospital bed with the loss of one leg. There are a couple of more rhymes about the loss of Barb and her brother louis ( the Bear ) friend of over fifty years. Just a few friends out of the dozens upon dozens I have lost to accidents in our youth of which I was to have been with but wasn’t, and those who committed suicide .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/10/2015 2:29:00 PM

Thank you foe the “ A midnight prayer and smiles from the land of a thousand isles Kim:) ” “ The loss of a friend. The potential loss of another. ” part two – “ BTW sire, yes, I've been receiving all your replies to all my comments. ” I was beginning to wonder ?, but glad to know !!! Thank you Kim, “ So nice of you to reply quite enthusiastically to my daily excursion to your page. ” but isn’t that the way one should act ?, upon the efforts put forth by another !!! I realize that I might get a little - or a lot – carried away with my effort to enlighten, answering another’s efforts at bringing to me a piece of themselves. I have seen a truth in that “ I realize that I might ” .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/10/2015 2:28:00 PM

“ I find your poetry especially the father=daughter theme very interesting. :D ”, I have to wonder ??? in what respect my Dear. Considering your interest in the subject, you will – upon further investigation – find dozens of rhyme about my Daughters ( Gail, Mandy, and Melanie, ) on my blog or on poetrysoup . Well Kim, I am sorry for bending your ears / eyes with all my typed diarrhea. I think that I have exhausted my efforts to open, to enlighten and so it is time to get on with other things . “ smiles from the land of a thousand isles Kim:) ” back at you Kim, from beautiful B. C., the land of liquid sun shine / perpetual rain . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )