Goodbye Adam

 (The McCarthy Middle School talent contest version, Adam in a kilt, was better.)

I spent this year's Mother's Day at Adam Gregoire's wake.

It felt like a nightmare and I thought my heart would break

At the pictures of the boy who used to hang around...

Ate and slept here.  Yet, today, they'll lay him in the ground.

He was such a lovely boy; so funny but so sweet.

Taught our son to play guitar and how to keep a beat.

I can still remember them - in triumph on the stage.

Such a talent gone from us at far too young an age.

Both my sons attended with me and they made me proud

As we stood in line and waited with the massive crowd

Come to say goodbye and offer useless sympathy

And, like all but Adam's mom, thank God she wasn't me.

Journeying to The Tower

 

I am on a journey to The Tower; it's my third...

Which, you'd think, would mean I'd stop and savor every word;

Slow it down. No need to rush - I know how this all ends.

But, that's not the way that I'm re-reading them, my friends.

Once again, these tales of Roland's quest swept me away.

Right now I'm in Mejis but I'll finish there today.

I expect to reach the Calla later on tonight.

I can't seem to pace myself; I've given up the fight.

I'm all in. Absorbed (again) by Sai King's masterpiece.

Not until the journey's end will my obsession cease.

Therefore, you may not hear from me for a week or so.

Hope that you and yours stay well, but now I gotta go.