The Cycle of One Most Dear - a poem

Andrew,

How sad it is that your fall and winter came so soon little special. This week I think of you more concretely than I have in a few weeks. I guess this may be because the rhythm of my workload matches what I was doing the week you died. So it’s hard to concentrate. It’s a struggle to stay focused. And there are some very dear friends that I wish I could call and talk to. Friends, from other the years, that I hold dear in my heart but am unable to contact for different reasons. So that amplifies the sorrow and the missing and the pain. Because I’m missing them too right now.

I still love you sweetie. I will always love you!

Someday I'll explain the following. It's just what's on the surface right now.


The Cycle of One Most Dear
 By kk

This was the cycle of one most dear
This was the course of a life
This was the route of a dearest son
This was his journey through

How miraculous his springtime was
How sudden came his summer
How tragically his fall arrived
Too soon approached his winter

He said his death was lesser pain
He shared the anguish deep
He told of trials of his life
Intense times of greater grief

How sad his fall arrived abrupt
How sudden winter ensued
How tragic was his loss to us
Too soon his life was loosed

This was his course the path he chose
This was his decision free
This was his act of love to us
This was his selfless deed

Great love he gave with just his eyes
Great joy words can’t convey
Great selflessness displayed to us
Our boy so proud are we