IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK

Failing A Fitting Finale

A poem

Photo by Harris Vo on Unsplash

Oh, the Irish.
And aren’t they grand?
Van Morrison,
Joyce, Yeats,
McGowan,
O’Connor.

Your leaving, lass,
was as sure
and exampled
as your life &
its living
was not.

All we know
& will
to forget,
you wore on
your sleeve like
a spreading stain.

I loved you
like a father
& brother, though
I drank from
your eyes like
a son in pain.

Your heart
& your wit,
& the failing of it
felt not enough
when it was
all too much.

I wasn’t ready,
no words existed,
to write you off in
a fitting farewell
on your untimely
goodbye as scheduled.