[owen] memories

[DANIEL OWEN]

Lawrence,

 

Thanks for sharing your poem.  Your words have touched me in ways I can't describe.

 

Luv ya Dan O...............
 


From: klowen at hometownsolutions.net
To: owen at owenconnections.com
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2010 08:27:16 -0600
Subject: [owen] memories




And now for something completely different.  
Athena meets with a few people interested in writing poetry.
It has been my pleasure to meet with the group a few times.
Several weeks ago she suggested that we write a poem about
a photograph.  I have a photo of John David and Dean which
I love, which moves me every time I look at it.  Dean told me it
was taken a couple of weeks before his faher died.   Here
is my poem about the photo.  I  offer it not as a specimen of
good poetry, but because it says some things I'm thinking
about this morning.  
 
        SLEEPING MEMORY
 
My brother John sits in a wheelchair, asleep,
His son Dean reads the twenty-third Psalm.
I look at John's massive hand and remember
When it cranked a tractor no one else was strong
Enough to crank.  John sits there in the arms,
Not of Morpheus, but of Alzheimer's.  Even
When awake he cannot remember which son
Reads to him.  Dean knows that his father
Loves to hear the Bible read to him.  The words
Of that Psalm move in my memory, and I
Hope John found a valley where there were
No threatening shadows.  I am glad that I
Can remember him, that the photo moves
Me to remember, while looking at an image
Of my brother, sound asleep, still making
My memory stay awake while his sleeps. 
 
 
Cheers --
Lawrence 		 	   		  
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