For Clifford Ernest Polland
May 21, 1952–March 18, 2001
On this day of green, of imminent spring,
of green beer and drunken celebration,
I think of you on that terribly ordinary day,
setting off to eat corned beef and cabbage
with your siblings,
me planning to see you the next day,
none of us having any idea what was soon
As it should be.
We should all live fully to the end,
death sneaking up on us like a little one we love
tapping us on the shoulder, smiling,
gently saying, Come with me.
And we do.
We should drink that last green beer
We should hug those we love
and say goodbye as though we mean it.
Another gift! Thank you. 💕🙏
Warmly,ShaunaSent from my iPhone
Look at you, so cute, conquering the Apple. And handsome Cliff. Thanks for the photo and lovely poem and I agree; let us be led by a trusting hand.