Remembering a Dear Cousin

A poem for My Cousin Harold may he R.I.P.

I seem to be able to write about anything Whatever crosses my mind It may be something I have lost or something I can’t find It may be of that certain one who lingers deep inside That drifts in my sea of memories in a place I cannot hide The words don’t seem to matter The images are there So many scenes so crystal clear I know I now must bear How could it have been different What would have changed what was We all have our misgivings We all live with the cause As new days move on past us We find reasons to work and fuss While those we miss and loved so dear At times in dreams they reappear We smile and laugh and give a cheer Then look up to him and cuss. — WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #238)