The sky poured out
an angry grief.
Waves of slashing rain,
thunder giving voice
to sharp unwelcome pain
when life and death collide.
Phone calls, check stubs,
pills and ointments,
papers, papers, more
sad appointments, all
at once are hushed and
finally brushed aside.
Practiced players
stride up on stage,
repeating lines still
fresh and barely aged.
The Danish prince's words
to we who must abide:
"The readiness is all."
Preparedness?
Futility!
What readiness could
blunt bald misery?
None, not now or ever,
oh none, I sadly sighed.
What say you, Mr. Shakespeare?
Our Willie's gone, perhaps no Shakespeare, but one who gamely played his part in this familial drama, in company with his lovely and loving maid Marian, who left us one long year ago today. May we who bear their authorial stamp be as brave and worthy of our roles, even now being sripted for us by Khayyam's Moving Finger, which Having Writ, will move on for us as well. Vaya con Dios, Carinos, y Hasta la Vista!
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