HIS GUITAR AND ME

Life has been difficult for you...

You felt as if not a single person cared about you...

What you did or what you could have accomplished...

You wanted a family someday to love...

You wanted your family to love you...

You wanted to be a good husband...

You wanted to be a good father...

You were always to shy to speak...

You weren't shy around me...

You were always more sad than you were happy...

Your guitar and me were your real friends you said...

On your guitar you could play anything...

Sometimes, you would pop a string...

You had it covered you would say as you put on a new one...

You were always able to tell me anything...

You said that's why my guitar and you are my friends...

People would try to see your beautiful smile...

I was the one you would share it with most often...

Even if it was just you and your guitar popping strings...

Friends we would always be...

Until the day death took you away from me...

When we see each other again...

I will know it's you when I hear you play your guitar and popping strings...

Thank you for the memory of your guitar, popping strings and sharing you with me...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

A Dedication to Michael B...

You were my good friend too!