Today, I was meant to be posting a review …
But I find myself musing over a lived life I barely knew
mourning a man who always brought a smile to our faces
He was funny
He was gentle
And until I was about 8 I somehow was lost to his existence
And ohh that booming voice, gentle voice
He made every moment light
In the short moments we spent, I somehow got to love him
In the short spaces of conversations on skype and messenger.
Twenty Twenty came with so much promise and in a space of weeks,
We had celebrated life and before it ended, it had eaten more joy than seemed possible.
His voice no longer to be heard,
His hearty laugh no longer to offer any warmth
Turn back the time … return to us the promise of a year barely started;
Give us a chance to finish listening to stories of the dynamics of life.
You never finished telling us stories of where you grew up
We never even started writing them down.