Roger, My Friend

 

Roger, My Friend

© by Bud Lemire on June 29, 2021

I met you at Harbor Tower, we both were living there

You needed an ear, and I had one that I could share

You were friendly and kind, that's what I could tell

Yet your words were hard to understand, upon my ears they fell

I picked up some words, but many never came

Some told me, that you had a stroke to blame

I blamed myself, for not hearing what you said

One day I did understand, you liked my poem that you read

One was about Aronson Island, and it touched you

You felt, the magic and calmness that it brought too

You explained how it made you feel

Peacefulness, that was even more real

You worked with the dead

And now that is where you were lead

Now you are easily understood

And that is so very good

The last time I saw you face to face

You were knocking at my door, at my place

You needed writing paper, and came to me

For a friend, I shared some with thee

I knew you had a wonderful heart and soul

In Heaven, I know it's made you more whole

Everyone there understands you very well

The Angels dance, and I just heard a bell

Roger, thank you for being my friend. I'm so happy

my poems were enjoyed and gave you comfort. I

recall you came to me and was upset, because

someone told you I didn't like you. I never said

that. I said I couldn't understand you. But you

always made sure I could understand the most

important things. Thank you for that Roger.

It's Okay To Be Sick

 

It's Okay To Be Sick

© by Bud Lemire on June 11, 2021

It's okay to be sick

Not everything will click

When you're not at your best

Then it's good that you rest

What people need to know

No matter where you go

“Get Better Soon” is not to be

Getting through each day is the key

They need to know, you need to tell

When you are sick, you may never be well

Some days are better, some days are worse

“Get Better Soon” is not in your universe

You deal with the pain, every day

You tolerate, whatever people say

“You look like hell” is not something to be said

“What are you doing up, you should be in bed”

You still have a life to live, even when you are sick

Your candle is still burning, there's a flame on your wick

Getting better is an option, without a choice

Understanding is the key, support is your voice

We need to take time to understand from the sick person's

point of view. Instead of judging them so quickly. Because

as in any situation, we don't know the whole story. We can't

be so quick to judge them, just by one quick glance. If you

are concerned, ask them. For they are the ones who know the

full story on themselves. Your guess may be totally off.