Missing

My cousin Frank became very sick,
With a blink of an eye he left us so quick.

That day my grief was very heavy,
Greater than the weight of a fifty-five Chevy.

My thoughts were jumping like swarming locust,
Bringing all our times together in complete focus.

Immediately thoughts were tattooed in my head,
Recalling everything, even all the things that were said.

Remembering all the crazy things we did in the past,
Forgetting no one that belonged to our special cast.

Such as the day when he jumped on my back,
And falling down hard like a potato sack.

Summer nights while watching television in my room,
Hearing a voice outside saying hurry up and come out soon.

Listening to those immortal words etched in my brain with stars,
I don’t know about you, but I'm playing cards.

The day you left us the Angels flew you first class,
To Heaven Gates where Saint Peter gave you a open pass.

Showing us always your sensitive and caring touch,
With a heart warm and affectionate, we loved you so much. 

William P. Frasca

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William P. Frasca