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.