For Laurence
By: Iqra and Nicole
I don’t remember much, he said that the most.
His eyes distant as he recalls faded memories lost to time.
My children? Their names, still here in my thoughts
Anna, Tracy, Betty, Ron, their names remain.
Ron the independent one
Jack of all trades as I once was
Once upon a time
I don’t remember much,
Time has whisked my memories away.
I can still feel though, the biting cold of Edmonton,
Not colder than Saskatchewan.
The jack of all trades
Blessed me with a crown of fleeting deals,
Crafting the homes of many
Laying bricks made of labors for someone to call home
But alas the crown is taken by the gates of my last and final home.
I have no stories, my tales have gone,
But I believe my legacy will carry on
Even if I may not remember.
Time catches up to us all
One day, it’ll creep up to your soul
One day it’ll be there standing by your shoulders
As you look down upon the young
Nostalgia will creep up and everything will be okay.
Hands taken with age, wrinkled with time
Shaking hands with friends
They helped me the most.
Voice fading yet all meaning stays.
My voice might be fading
but my words won’t go unheard.
Even if I don’t have a story to tell,
I’ll say the tale of my legacy
They’re still there
Anna, Tracy, Betty, Ron, their names remain
And they will have stories to tell,
My legacy remains.
Life catches up to everyone
And I remember little, but being
so very good at this,
At kids and jobs
At people that needed help.
A wife, no, not so much
Not anymore
But once,
Once upon a time
Kids, kids I can keep up with
I can follow and I can guide
They grow you know
They grow to be better
They grow to be independent with families of their own
And here you are, wanting to know
Was it all worth it?
I don’t know, do you?
Does anyone, truly?
Possibilities come forth
As here come the youth
Sitting before me
They ask,
“Tell us a story”
A tale for the ages, that was what they wanted.
Well
Once Upon A Time
There was a Jack of all Trades…