We Shall Meet Again In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

We Shall Meet Again-In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

 

Just a few days ago a good friend of mine died

I have been thinking about how to pay Him Respect

The man let me marry His Daughter 18 years back

Two Mother-N-Laws from one Bride, lucky that I am

The day I met Him I knew we were going to be friends

The last time we stood face to face, knowing it’s our last

We promised the next time We see each other, after this

Will be In the ‘Great Bye and Bye’ – we will see each other again

(Salute/Poem) A Rainy Day In The Bluegrass

A Rainy Day In The Bluegrass

 

(This poem is dedicated to my Father-in-Law Glenn Wright who

is very, very close to saying goodbye to us this evening. Dad is at

the stage where if you are merciful, please pray for Dad to let go,

to go to sleep. He told me his wishes several times, to let Him go.)

 

 

I was graced to be born in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia

One of Yahweh’s beautiful landscapes for the human eye to see

Lived many a year on the land where Mr. Crockett called home

All are lands where the Fiddle and the Banjo still sing their songs

Too lay down in the ground where Mr. Boone once had a Fort

Blessed to have been born in one of God’s beautiful Mountain Resort

We all must face that rainy day, as for me I wish to be lain, under Bluegrass

 

(Writing this piece this evening as I was working on the sections I realized even more things that we two had in common. Either way, I salute you Sir, you are a very good Father-in-Law, thank you for giving me such a wonderful Lady and Son.)

Father In Law And Friend, You will Be Missed

This Poem is my attempt to salute the man who is most responsible for the raising of my two blood children, who are in their mid thirties now. Steve was a man who I had great respect for and whom I thought of as the dad I always wish I had had, or at the very least as the dad I wish my real dad would have been anything like. I got a call from my daughter Thanksgiving morning of 2011 to inform me that Steve had died from a heart valve problem. I wrote this poem the next morning as a salute to him.

 

 

Steve, o how I miss you, a main rock within my life

But one day now you have been gone

I have always felt your soul as if a part of my soul

For thirty-eight years our lives were intertwined

Always loved like a father, that, will never die.

This morning my sweet daughters call

For this season, Thanksgiving holiday has died

This past twenty-four on my knees I’ve shed many tears

Also thanking the Lord for the great man that you were

Raising your four children, then by your kindness, mine

So thankful my children whom you loved, holding your hand

As you, this wonderful man, for the last time closed your eyes

My friend, how many of those I know that loved you like a dad

Our hearts and souls ache for the loss of you

Yet we all thank the Lord for the time allowed to share with you

In all our eyes, truly one Heaven sent man, sleep well my friend.