Moving tribute, written by a loving son. The poem is titled, The Eagle is on the Move. Our Doctor Dave sounded the alarm We each came as quickly as we could To honor and love our Father He waited for the last of us to arrive After the travel gods had inflicted their toll On the last of our gathering clan The midnight gathering Was a jovial affair In which he engaged With his usual flair And acerbic wit We had a plan He felt compelled to explain it to us all His friend Cathy, a hospice worker on leave Guided the discussion But he was clearly in charge His last words were Let’s do this! And later again, let’s do this! He had decided it was time A more official hospice visit interrupted the flow But he patiently and politely went through the drill Wished Nurse Jackie a nice weekend And lied down for a rest But he tricked us all The final gesture of an incredibly willful soul He went peacefully, gracefully on his terms, at his own time with his loved ones by his side We had all been tracking him Alerting each other when The Eagle was on the move (Or jokingly, the turtle, or frog As his walk was slow, and his voice had started to croak) He certainly made mistakes Of that we who loved him know I know he was sorry Even if he could bring himself to say All that he wanted to say But the gift he gave at the end Was to bring us all here to say Let’s do this! The fleet footed Eagle The fighter pilot to the end Willfully and gracefully Is now on the move Never to land again Forever free to fly Even after his ashes are laid to rest with his pal Gus and scattered amongst the Rhododendrons in the gardens of his beloved Cornell,
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 10:50:09 +0000
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