Poem: “Farewell My Friends, Your Names Live On”

Farewell My Friends, Your Names Live On

When we rode the bus together
To Kings Island,
We laughed with our team-mates
And forgot about swimming in cold outdoor pools,
In the rain, with Jack yelling at us.
You ate vanilla ice cream
Even though you were a diabetic.
I didn’t understand that, the ice cream,
But maybe you knew leukemia would cut your life short….
I didn’t get to say good-bye.
Mom visited you in the hospital,
Behind a glass window,
But I didn’t get to say good-bye,
Because I was too young, said Mom.
You’ll always be 11 to me,
With a big happy smile.
I miss you John Debruner,
I really do,
Yet, I didn’t get to say good-bye.

Chris Corradino, your smile lights my heart,
As it lit the path along which I ran.
The path where cherry trees bloomed,
With fruit I sometimes picked for refreshment.
Your family of five boys, and a sister, amazed me.
Now I have five boys myself who have sisters.
You were light-hearted and fun…
Boy I wish a few minutes of fun,
Carefree fun: you on a motorcycle,
Just days before your highschool graduation,
Without a helmet, could be replayed.
I didn’t get to say good-bye,
But I rode my bike to see you lying there,
Looking like you, with a big frizzy wig
And make-up. Make up?
They said you looked good…
In a way I said good-bye.
How I miss you, my friend, my friend…

Casually leaning against the gym brick wall,
Hanging out after P.E.,
Chris Gaynor, me, a couple more.
Chris bouncing a soccer ball, like a basketball.
Your smile too brightens my highschool memories.
Heading to the lake, one hot Spring day,
A dumptruck load of Gravel
Heaped upon your car,
Buried, your chest crushed, yet living
Your eyes, your smiling eyes, I can’t bear it.
I didn’t get to say good-bye.
Or tell you what you meant to me,
Warmth, acceptance, joy,
A wellspring in a highschool desert.
I see that smile, with a slightly big nose above it,
But only in the depths of my heart.
I never told your mom, “I’m sorry.”, or
How special you were, to me, and many others.
Somehow I hope she knows, because
You were my friend, and I never got to say good-bye.

Farewell to you
Susie Hertzog and
Kim Martinson, and
Chuck Gorospe…oh the music…
I loved your smiles too!
But I didn’t get to say good-bye.

Did your angels let you know,
That I loved you, in your darkest hour?
Even though I couldn’t tell you,
Peace I hope you felt, and feel.
I love you still.

One Beloved haunts the most,
My Marie, my friend Marie Bott,
A self described “midwife to heaven”,
Who Blessed Mother Theresa birthed into Jesus’ arms
On her feast day. A Consolation.
But I didn’t get to say good-bye,
Except in a card, which you probably couldn’t read
At that late stage. Marie, Marie,
I thought you’d live forever,
The cancer, oh that cancer…
Never dimmed your smile though.
I loved your new gray hair-do,
And I still feel the warmth of your hand,
As you squeezed mine during the Our Father.
You marveled at it. A heavenly current passed between us.
I loved you so. I miss you still.
I didn’t get to say good-bye,
Yet I bake your nut-bread, with prayers rolled in,
The way your handwritten recipe details.
I hope you’re proud of me, a mother after your own heart
A mother in the model of Mary.
You’d never hold it against me,
But I yearn to say good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye……..

Stacy Peterson
August 13, 2013

Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.