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Michael
by Glenn CurrierSome get degrees to teach,
learn to hurl words in fancy speech,
but the lessons he taught
could never be bought.
From Michael we learned how to live
to simply love and help and give
he taught us to be family and friend
a neighbor on whom to depend.
With little effort and no guile
he taught us to go the extra mile
to ignore boundaries of age
no enemy or stranger on his stage.
He cherished the joys life brings
but he made no god of things
his truck and home a country tune
feed the cows, mow the fields in June.
Early on he fought to stay alive
taught us in that valiant drive
to cherish life and live it well
before our final knell.
We are blessed that his life’s arc
crossed ours in our light and in our dark.
On our souls a gentle mark
the sweet shining life of Michael Clark.
January 4, 2012 01/10/2012 Author's Note: This poem is dedicated to my nephew who died January 2. He was just 35 years old. The poem was read at his funeral held in Madisonville, Texas where his parents, Paul and Theresa Clark reside. We already miss Michael and he was universally loved. If you want to see the poem with pictures of Michael, please see this pdf file posted on one of my websites: http://tocreate.net/Poetry/Poets/CurrierPoems/Michael-1.pdf
Posted on 01/10/2012
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/10/12 at 08:14 PM I am crying for Michael and family....You have done an excellent job expressing this side of life that is not so pleasant. I am sorry for your loss. ~hugs |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 01/10/12 at 10:11 PM This is beautiful and sad, Glenn. I'm sorry for your loss. *hug* |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/10/12 at 10:14 PM A terrible, difficult read, but one I think captures with profound insight and strength the fury of grief. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/11/12 at 04:12 AM That this young man could pull such a moving tribute from you gives credence to his life well lived, and loved. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/11/12 at 02:28 PM Oh Glenn, I'm so sorry for your loss. But what a wonderful poem. *hugs* |
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