Poem: The Voice

A co-worker asked me this afternoon to write a poem about a man who was like a father to her. She will say the words at his funeral service on Sunday 03Sep06. She told me about their relationship and I wrote the poem below a few minutes later.

I will miss the voice
that told me mesmerizing stories
when I was young girl.
I still miss the tales
that transported my imagination
to a magical world.
I will miss my polite father figure
who also became my kindred friend.
From the age of seven he was a treasure
that can only be described as Godsend.
His family was blessed to have him
and I was honored to be considered
an adopted member.
The dinners, the boat trips and the laughs
are precious memories that I will always remember.
I will miss the kind sir who was a wealth of wisdom;
I will miss this gentle man.
I will miss the voice that told me stories
because I am one of his greatest fans.

By Sean Ruize Edmundo Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.