A legend too quick.
A legend too late.
A legend stands now;
A legend stands before the Masters gate.
A legend in my heart.
A legend who had a bumpy start
A legend who could not depart
His ways, but...
A legend who was my tart-tiest
My legend from the beginning
My legend for my evening.
Our legend through thick and thin;
A sweet legend.
A legend of old
The only legend I knew
A legend for my life,
So I thought
Until his departure.
His head in his hand,
As he often would.
Make plans for life;
Where a black man stood.
Strict, mean loving and caring,
Vague, bleak, giving and sharing.
My legend is described as human.
From the beginning to the end.
Good-bye my sweet love,
I shall see you again soon.
Once again, our sweet love,
When THE feet cross the moon.
Keeba Kornered & Kaptured In Kaptivity
Legend
This was written especially for
my dad. It describes him to the
tee. Although he was a stern,
harsh man, he was well loved
and is still truly missed. Riding
in the car and instead of
breaking down with pain of his
departure, I elaborated on the
goodness of his life and what
he stood for. I never bragged
about anything in my life, but I
will do so now and say that he
was my “Legend.” I learned so
much. I’m thankful I’m able to
decipher the good from the bad
and decorate on what he tried
so hard to instill in me. (Thanks
Lisa for your comments)
From the book of anthology,
“Keeba Kornered and Kaptured
in Captivity” © No. 18
© Keeba Smith (04/1999)