a tribute
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If only I had known the last time I saw you was going to be my last,
I would have hugged and held onto you so tightly,
Not even the Grim Reaper would have been able to rip you from my grip.
There’s so much to say.
I know I won’t get through
All the great things I can think of
When I think about you
Spanish class was fun
It was personal and engaging
But you taught me so much more
One morning, I happened on a divided path in a yellow wood
Then realized it was like the one where Robert Frost once stood
I stopped and stared afar, wondering which path I should take
She was five and sitting alone in a little blue chair in the corner of her living room
When she opened your book for the first time (the new book smell filled her nostrils) and read
Those famous lines:
a tribute to roland
your humor, your honesty, your raw thoughts
a tribute to amy
your smile, your knowledge
a tribute to joe
no fear, you are a soldier, your love brother
