One Day, David
One Day, David, I will tell you how it felt,
You were as a brother to me; then you were gone.
We did not quite make our teens together,
You were one week removed from it, one week…
I entered my teens without you; my heart was altered.
I was not ready to say goodbye,
I was not schooled in last farewells;
It hurt even more to know: I never really did say goodbye…
One day, David, I will say hello,
I know you cannot hear me now;
Days are coming when we will speak,
I have so much to tell you…
Today I was at your grave,
I was unable to find it for years,
Suddenly, there before me, I saw your name,
I wept; I prayed; I longed for the day we will meet again…
A man approached, he told me:
“After many years” they uncovered your stone,
I knew then why I could not find it before,
I was not worried though, for you were always in my heart,
Most of all, you are in the heart of the Almighty…
One day, David, we will meet again…
Joseph James
© 9-7-10 To my cousin (brother) David Rivellini (2-16-58/2-9-71)
From the book “O the Elms”
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