A Twinkler’s Wink
He had a joke.
He had a story.
He’d make you laugh,
if you had time.
He’d CHUCKle first
before he’d say it,
then magic, poof!
He’d pull a dime.
We loved his tricks,
he’d entertain us.
His cheerful grin
could not deny,
the joy inside,
he shared so freely.
A twinkle wink.
He wasn’t shy.
Affliction came
when so unwelcome.
He tried his best
to push away.
But spirit broke,
without us knowing,
and sadness rose.
Anchored to stay.
His precious stamps
did offer solace,
a moment here,
hobby reprieve.
But paper fix
was not so lasting.
The illness stirred,
and he…would leave.
Now peace has come
to one deserving,
we treasure dear
though life has changed.
Yet, end to pain
so much desired,
has eased this grief,
and Calm’s exchanged.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, September 20, 2018.
Image: Zio T, courtesy of S.Giustizia Aprea, July 1933-Sept 8-18. Another tribute. The Beautiful Ridiculous.
Lovely tribute Paula. You have such a marvellous gift of capturing emotions into words.
Thank you Tonia. When it’s family you especially want to pay tribute right.