Images of You by Mara Conlon I have only a few images of you to keep But they are replayed, so I will never forget. We were in the ocean and You told me that it wasn't the boat That had made those waves And I accepted that. Little Jean Ann came crawling to you You extended your arms out Happiness in your eyes Everyone said that you took to her Because she was the only one Who didn't know you were sick The only one who looked at you without seeing what was to come I wished I had had those innocent eyes. Then you came to visit And I hugged your frail, bony body To let you know I wasn't afraid It was that weekend that the bullet Came through our window I begged you not to go outside But what had you to fear? We laughed together Here you are dying, and you Come to visit us and You could've gotten shot by a stray bullet The irony. My favorite story of you Is told by Gina You were driving down to the shore In bumper to bumper traffic You were getting pissed off At the cars that were driving on the shoulder Getting ahead of everyone So you pulled onto the shoulder And drove really, really, slowly They screamed and honked And you smiled. I wasn't there at your bedside But I saw you Under the white blanket Motionless Caved in |