Thinking of Michael on his Birthday

Michael 1975 – 1985

Thinking of Michael today on what might have been his 44th birthday.

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these;  It might have been!”

She sits beneath a massive oak
in the Garden of Noble Women
Garden of the Promise
for those who have borne the burden
yet never heard the word.

He never walked.
He never fed himself
He never saw the light
or heard a sound.
He never said the Word.

And when he died she buried him amidst her tears
in the Lands of the Lord Calvert
on the road to Padonia.
Now she sits in the quiet of a Summer’s day
waiting for the Promise to be fulfilled.

On the horizon
a kite and a little boy
running o’er the meadow
sun lit mop top hair
dancing in the breeze

part running, part falling toward her
little fingers of his left hand
leading the way
reaching for her
running like little boys run flying a kite.

And as she rises
joyfully
on young legs
she moves toward him and sees the face of God
the same face, now perfect in His image.

And from his laughing face she hears the Word
the Word God promised
to those who bore the burden
yet never heard the Word.

“Mommy! Mommy!!”

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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9 Responses to Thinking of Michael on his Birthday

  1. Maggie says:

    There are no words.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Heartbreaking, yet hopeful. Feelings so beautifully expressed.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. DesertAbba says:

    Most moving, T!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. I have to agree , there are no words worthy of this.

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  5. Speechless with emotion, Frank ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  6. GP Cox says:

    No words – only understanding. I think of my Michael every day, he would have been 47 this past Valentine’s Day.

    Liked by 3 people

  7. beetleypete says:

    I never fail to be overwhelmed by these posts, Frank. I cannot even imagine such loss my friend.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Jennie says:

    My goodness, Frank. My throat has a big lump, and my eyes are teary. The Mommy word. A wonderful tribute to Michael, and to your late wife.

    Liked by 1 person

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