Randy Johnson Poet Rhyme

The Thirteenth Day of July

When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes.
You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July.
When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believe that it was true.
But sadly, they were correct and two years ago today, we lost you.

From 1975 to 2010 you worked at Woodcraft, you worked with lumber.
People may think that I'm crazy because I believe that 13 is an unlucky number.
You died on the thirteenth year of the century and also on the thirteenth day of July.
You took Chemotherapy treatments for months and two years ago today, you died.

[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013 at the age of 65.]

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Ian Jones July 14, 2015 at 4:07 AM I met my wife in March, we married in March, my daughter was born in March and my wife died from Cancer in March 14 months after diagnosis. It was like you were sitting next to me reading your poem out loud, thank you for writing it. Kind regards, Ian

Ovidiu Bocsa July 13, 2015 at 2:11 PM A touching poem,I congrat. for it. Poetry offers much life and light,escaping from sad events and recollectionss.