I remember him fondly,
huge hands and the broadest of chests
Full of wisdom, full of mirth.
He laughed to fill my emptiness,
for he was full of life from cheek to ample girth.
He lived this single moment,
this single day,
unlike want and ignorance, he could not stay.
“Come in, come in and know me man.”
I remember him well and the best of all his brothers,
he shared the milk of human kindness, the gifts of others.
It was he that taught me once again to sing and play,
this ghost of christmas present,
this ghost of christmas day.
Copyright Faramond Frie © 2015