(I wrote this for my friend Lenny whoI knew was going to have a near death encounter. After he recovered from his medically induced coma, I read this to him.)
What news of home do you bring?
Shall be my first words upon seeing him.
For several weeks before hand
I saw the palor upon his brow
I recorded him speaking his poetry
To save the moments
Should he choose
Not to come back to me
To us.
It was unbearable to say nothing
Then I felt the pull
The tug of his soul
And I called his home
And he was asleep
And that was the last I heard
Until his voice came back today
And I heard that loving timber
And thought:
What news of home do you bring?
Shall be my first words upon seeing him.
