Sitting in Michael's Lap
Walt, there is absolutely, positively, nothing wrong with this poem. It was not too long, nor did the lack of perfect meter detract from the story you were trying to tell. It was very sincere, and true to the thoughts I am sure you had at that time -- ugly rumors aside, not even I think in regular meter ...
I am smiling, Walt, and I am sure that wherever your mom is, she is smiling too ... thank you for this beautiful piece.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest