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Born Again Cowboy

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Corinne
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0 posted 10-30-1999 11:55 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Corinne

Born Again Cowboy

The coffin lies open for all of us to see
Now I feel like a child again, hiding behind
My mother’s skirt, crying not for you but for me
I reach for the tissues and hand them to Auntie

Auntie moves closer, beckons me to follow
But I am frozen here; I “view” your body from
The very last pew, against the wall, my hollow
Voice echoes the sad songs sung of mourning

I miss that belly laugh, boisterously loud
Your calls on the phone timed to two minutes flat
Your views on life, so foreign, overly proud
I often held my tongue out of love

She talks to you as if you are still here
And makes me sleep in your place on her bed
I lie awake in horror, knowing you died there
I roll over, see your gun under the nightstand

I walk around your old house, looking around
Those silly boa ties you wore hang on a wall
The cowboy hats too, the desert rocks you found
On the dresser, waiting to become belt buckles

The words of your religion, posted here and there
In the bathroom, to remind you everyday
The wallpaper depicts the old west, and a pair
Of bookends shaped like guns hold your bibles

I think of you in terms like unconditional love
You loved me no matter how lost I became
The night before we laid you to rest we thought of
All those funny inventions and get rich schemes

The chinchilla farm failed, so you let them all go
Now Connecticut is probably full of them
The wooden skis for your boat, the baths of snow
You claimed kept you young in those early days

So many things I will forever miss about you
How you had to prove you could still do cart wheels
And had to time my races because you knew
I could not be as fast as I said I was, but I was.

She is lost without you after sixty-one years
The poor gal is blind now but she can see
That the road ahead is rough; she sheds no tears
The world is a little less bright now

To Uncle Bob 1921-1999
© March 1999 Corinne Bailey
© Copyright 1999 Corinne - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 10-31-1999 12:13 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

What a lovely tribute to your Uncle Bob. Sounds like a great guy to know!

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2 posted 11-02-1999 05:20 PM       View Profile for Watcher666   Email Watcher666   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Watcher666's Home Page   View IP for Watcher666

Beautiful tribute!

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