the poem is a remix because the first poem I wrote on the night of his death at 11:00pm when I found out, was fueled with anger and shock. I still can't believe that I'll never see him again.
the passing of a warrior (remix)
and God said
well done my good and
faithful
servant
come home
and the servant knew
it was God’s Will
and the family of the servant knew
it was God’s Will
and so did the friends
as they assembled to celebrate
the life that was…
he was mama’s black sugar
mary’s luck
our family’s joy
he
was the smile
that never ended
he was my uncle
i always marveled at the union between my aunt and uncle
‘cause between the two
they had it covered
and they would tell you
in no uncertain terms
we got it covered
at the news of uncle sonny’s passing
i was angry
had to put on some coltrane
‘cause he was just that melodious and complex
a man who could pray the walls down
a deacon
not sanctimonious
not pious
a joker
but he fed his family
and everyone loved him
‘cause he was cool with it
a cat
unlike the jazz musicians you’ve ever heard
and we can’t let the fact of his passing
steal the joy for us he will always be
i don’t
want to look
in the casket
‘cause
as far as I’m concerned
i will always see him standing
smiling
callin me jack-jack
with a joke to share/and some knowledge to impart…
study
to show thyself approved
a workman that needeth not be ashamed
rightly dividing the Word of Truth
rightly dividing the Word of Truth
rightly dividing the Word
‘cause
now we know
we don’t know the day or the time
but must always be ready
to answer the
Lord’s Call
-your niece, jacquese
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