Excuse the informal attire.
I suppose you’re used to
people taking this all a lot more seriously.
We’ve spent so much time
together these last few months
as you hovered over the ward
that I feel like we are old…
well, not quite friends exactly,
but at least… familiars.
I’m not planning to spend much
time with you, either.
I’m just walking through the woods
on my way to glory.
So I’m going to forgo the suit,
if you don’t mind,
and I’ll rest in this box in my denim
until the day I raise on the wings
of dawn.
.
.
RIP Daniel Ross Brown
September 17, 1960 – October 24, 1998
I can’t believe it’s been this long. We’ve missed you.
.
.
The inspiration for this poem came from one on Darlene’s site:
and particularly the discussion after it. Death doesn’t deserve a suit…
Shawn L. Bird 
fly at dawn, how divine…
cool spirits..
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enjoy!
let me know after you are done 18 poets visiting…
thanks a lot.
u rock!
xx
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I like your view point. Why should it be so sad. The only sadness comes from those that miss us right? Keep up the great spirit!
I enjoyed this very different perspective on death.
cheerz,
what a wonderfully touching piece I’m so glad you shared it and that I stopped by to read it…here from Jingle’s poetry rally…hope you have time to check me out