Words for Monty

Words for Monty


Words are roguish creatures,
like leprechauns or elves,
with tiny little feet
they march, sure of themselves.

Fine in morning papers
they jump right off the page,
strutting and parading,
their readers to engage.

Ask them to say feelings,
expressed straight from the heart,
they shuffle little feet,
refuse to play their part.

And when I plead with them,
they've better things to do
than sit at the bedside
and give a hug or two.

They hang about in groups,
sullen and shifty eyed;
they avoid entreaties,
sometimes they like to hide.

Sometimes, there are no words
so stem an endless loss.
We grope, we struggle,
instead of sleep, we toss.

How, then, can we express
the things we cannot say?
We send our love, our prayers,
so many miles away.

Know that you're in our hearts;
your grief is ours today.
We all love you, Monty.
That's all that I can say.

Love,
Dennis
1/25/08