Dear Heaven: Hold A Tee Time For Kevin — Revolutionary Rhyming Blogging Poem

As the golfer waits/
to die,/
I cry,/
then go play/
the back nine/
in his honor.

Tears. No Words: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Two weeks ago he/
walked 18. Today they must/
let him go. No words.

Why would they do that?/
To release you to passions/
you’ve only dreamt of.

I found a poem I/
wrote her in late December./
Will she remember?

If I can bring a/
small measure of peace into/
pained lives, I’m happy.

I thought perhaps my/
words could enfold and comfort/
her in her pained grief.

She tried to friend me/
with her husband. Just stick a/
hot stake through my heart.

The closer I get/
To being good, the worse and/
the more pain I feel./

Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.

That she let me share/
in her struggles was all I/
ever expected.