Incarnated

About this poem

This poem is dedicated to Larry, my cousin, who was sickly. Larry was my cousin; but he was also my big brother. He went to the hospital quite often; so when I heard that he was in the hospital again, I didn't think anything of it. Funny, he had come to mind prior; and I realized that we had not heard from each other in a while; so I had called him. We had made plans to go out that coming weekend to catch up and have some fun. He was admitted and died that same day. Two days before we were going out like old times to celebrate life. When I was told he died, it felt like I had been jolted by a lightning bolt, as my body shivered as the words were spoken. I never had a chance to say good-bye. I could not shake that feeling. I put it in words and my poem was read at his funeral. This is my good-bye. To his credit, he made me realize that this lifetime can be short. Nothing, nothing is guaranteed. Spend your time wisely and fully enjoy yourself and your love ones. . more »