I AM MOURNING THE LOSS OF MIKE
A loved old friend
of over sixty years.
We never missed a
Saturday garage sale.
I drove, he navigated.
We were on a treasure
hunt for anything old
that was made with a
craftsman’s hands and
a charm of bygone days.
Every June he saw me off
for a summer vacation on
Prince Edward Island where
he was sure I would discover
treasures that could never be
found on the shores of N. J.
As he began to suffer from
dementia, I sang and played
his favorite tunes of the blues
to hm every Saturday afternoon
until he could no longer speak or
remember lyrics better than I could.