Nikki

Just finished chatting online with my niece Nikki. We talked a little about my sister Margie (her mom). After Margie died Nikki lived with us for a while. I always felt close to Nikki. . . still do. It's nice to keep in touch with her.

I told her about how when I lived with Sylvester the Jester, 9 months after she died, how important he was in helping me rebuild my life. He had lost a little brother and knew very much how I felt. Here are a couple of poems Danny wrote during that period.

The Unfore sea For Tom "85"

We each set sail
On a vessel bound across the Unfore sea,
On a voyage to Tomorrow,
In our ship Reality.

Outside here hull
The ocean stirred, in all its majesty
While we observed, our limbs secured
By Faith and Gravity.

But There! Off the cape of futile hope,
The good ship struck bad luck
A young one trapped, her lifeline snapped
And then disaster struck.

Reality broke and the cold sea spoke
And it ripped our ship apart
Then it all went down and my bunkmate drown
And the sea rushed in my heart.

The salty drops drip down my cheek
And it stung deep in my throat
And we'd drift like wreckage through each wave
And strain to keep afloat.

We'd cling to one another
Lost within that icy sea
Good bye to thee young sailor girl!
Farewell reality!

We'll wade here in your memory
And we'll learn to love the sea.
And I'll swim deep in your memory
While you watch over me.
Will you watch over me?

Here's one more

Bundle "85"

So uncertain is this burden,
Like no mortals bore before,
As a shadow through the curtain
Laid a bundle at my door.

A weight so great it can't be lifted
Burning through my human hands
It's tragic shape deformed and twisted
Bares my soul with but one glance.

From a lifetime long ago,
Or a moment yet to be,
I see its face and now I know
This injured infant must be me.