Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.
Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.
You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.
Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.
Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.
The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.
Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.
Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.
Gift from Dillon who crafted it when he was in grade school
Since that one night past;
Morning after was hard to bear
Until nothing was left to bare;
Your voice I can still hear,
Though you are far from here;
But I continue to wait,
As I carry the weight,
Knowing you said bye
That I can’t buy.
“I am always by your side,”
I heard you sighed.
Sliding down my cheek,
Fresh tears fall,
First thing in the morning,
My own mourning dew,
As I think of you.
Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.
[In memory of 9/11]
A series of dire events . . .
Among the rubble
Heaps of bloodied flesh
Remembering the sorrow
Hope for tomorrow . . .
This is the sequel to Me Before You, which is about an ordinary young woman who goes through an extraordinary transformation after caring for a paraplegic young man with whom she falls in love. At first, After You feels almost anticlimactic because the first book was so intensely emotional; here we’re left to pick up the pieces. But then the plot begins to unfold into another love story. With humor interspersed with some serious themes like loss, separation, and abuse, the book makes for an interesting read. The movie, Me Before You, is now out, featuring Emilia Clarke, who plays the ordinary girl, Louisa Clark. (I haven’t seen the movie, although I’ve heard it leaves out a serious theme that a movie understandably cannot cover well in a short time.)
[To read a review of Me Before You, check out Bookidote’s review.]
[Italicized stanzas are excerpts from Prince’s song, Purple Rain]
4/21/16 — The last day of Prince’s reign
He who gave us Purple Rain
And other hits that will never wane
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
Pioneer, legend, icon, genius
He even had a name that’s a hieroglyph
As cryptic as what stole his last breath
Constant music in the making
He set the tone and style for the taking
He’s always real, no room for faking
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
A milestone maker in many stages,
He had a soundtrack for all the ages
His harmony is stronger than any steel cages
He’s a master in rock and blues
An impact in culture and people of any hue
He’s a melody maven through and through
It’s time we all reach out
For something new, that means you too
Prince and the Revolution
Prince and the N.P.G./The New Power Generation
Prince, you were always a sensation
Only want to see you
In the purple rain
[Prose composed of David Bowie’s songs.]
Ashes to Ashes, my Heroes, Major Tom, Ziggy Stardust, and Halloween Jack, will no longer be Dancing in the Street. The Man Who Sold the World deserves more Golden Years. I want to Scream Like a Baby. I feel like a Panic in Detroit Without You, Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. You who defended China Girl and built a Suffragette City with Diamond Dogs Looking for Water. I’m Deranged, Little Wonder. Let’s Dance to Fame and the Young Americans. I can Rebel Rebel all I want but you won’t rise like Lazarus. I will have to make Changes. I shall not lean on the Weeping Wall and wallow in Sorrow. From Across the Universe, can you see if there is Life on Mars? Can You Hear Me? You’ll make a great New Killer Star, the Prettiest Star. I shall Move On to look for another Modern Love.
I miss your being
Only memories remain
Though it’s not the same