This poem was inspired by Author's Den writer Ed Kostro's tribute to his late and great friend Ben.
I too had a great friend and mentor, Jim Deary ,who was taken away suddenly at the young age of thirty eight of a brain haemorrhage
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I stood alone in the cemetery at your unmarked and forlorn lair
as dusk settled uneasily all around the ancient graveyard
a solitary raven croaked, perched unsteadily on a tombstone
as I pondered over your sudden demise
my mum always said," Only the good die young son ",
now I know she spoke the truth, as ever
you were cut down in your prime
a family man, with a beautiful wife and sweet children
there is no justice in this world that's for sure
don't even try to work it all out, you will always fail
we walk blindly in a vale of mystery and intrigue
nothing is as it seems to be
and your world can be shattered without warning
leaving you broken and disconsolate inside
I remembered the values and lessons you taught me
free of charge from a heart of gold
I was just a young lad, still grappling to find the way
in an adult's world, surrounded by a maze of conflicting emotions
you instilled confidence and self respect in me
almost like an adopted father figure
teaching me the laws of nature and the universe
educating me in how to be streetwise and astute
so no one would ever take advantage of me
by intimidation or force of will
you taught me how to be a man
and for that I have a debt of gratitude
a passing train rattled noisily in the distance
breaking my train of thought and prayer
my feet shifted in the gravel
crunching me back to reality
and overhead a pale moon rose in the ether
and an early bat came swooping towards me
looping in circles for the night mosquitos
as I made my slow way down the undulating hill
I pulled my collar up around my neck
and turned to look back at the huge cross on the rise
and said " Dear God take care of my best friend "
and at that a tear escaped from my eye
as a vision of his smile and dancing eyes came into view
and I heard your voice firmly say
" Don't grieve for me, its your call to carry the flag "
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
Gina
Peter, this is touching beyond measure. Tis so time to raise the standard on high, for our days are not in our hands...but His.
well done.
Birgit and Roger
My daughter also died form a brain haemorrhage!!
Not easy to forget!!
Love Tinka
Sage
And how astute of you, so young, to recognize the specialness of this person in your life. We all have special mentors throughout life, and God bless 'em all.
a great friendship which I'm sure your friend would say of you
too. Wonderful tribute!
eT
Take care,
Sherry
You are in my thoughts during this incredibly sad time in your life; God be with you as you remember your friend!
Beautiful tribute to your friend; such a shame to leave this world so young! Only God koows why he was called Home; we won't know the answers until we are reunited in Glory.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
free of charge from a heart of gold
Terribly sorry to hear of your loss, Peter, and thanks for mentioning mine. And this is a marvelous tribute to Jim. Those of us lucky enough to have angelic mentors truly should 'carry their flag' when they leave us - and attempt to pass them on to someone else before we join them.
A shining tribute to your friend and mentor; I'm sorry for your loss.
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla.