I Give you G

I went and said Good-bye to you today.

Family and friends spoke of you.

A lot of Good words were shared,

Me, a man of words, however,

      was at a loss. I had no words to Give.

What is there that can be said?

All I have David, is a letter,

     that letter, which leads to the words, is G

I give you the letter G

     as in Ginger,

with your red head crazy, curly ‘fro.

            Course, you said, “mistaken for Ginger” when actually “Gangster.”

            Yet, the only crime I heard was stealing your sister’s hair Gel.

I give you the letter G

     as in Gentleman.

You were polite and courteous

             to my wife and Good to my kids;

             a friendly, Genuine, sturdy, all around nice Guy.

I give you the letter G

     as in Good and Great;

                      A Good man; heart, body and soul.

                      A Great brother, son, friend and co-worker.

I give you the letter G

     as in Goofy;

                      Sucking up peanut m & m’s off the counter,

                      special eye-brow trimming and TheFlyboi123 monologues

                      on You-tube; witty, clever and hilarious.

And I give you the letter G

    as in Grin

                       Your signature smile, from ear to ear, oh so Genuine,

                       and, like you, big and bold and beautiful.

                       Well...no, as said by sis, “Gorgeous.”

Yeah, David, G is your letter,

      and that Genuine, Goofy, “Gangster”

                        (actually Gentleman though),

                        Gorgeous, Grin is your Gift to us all.

Although it is only a letter,

                  I give you G.

Sura

        My Boys

Goofy, gangly and grinning,

some of my boys that sat in my classes

have not only enlisted,

but have been sent overseas

into the war, into harm’s way.

I see them on leave

or on a digital picture

grinning, maybe gangly still,

but goofy no more

due to the war, due to harm’s way.

“Hey, Mr. Sura,” they say,

“remember when..”

“…and you smiled and said...”

We were a brotherhood of goofy and grinning

before the war, before harm’s way.

My son reads and watches

about soldiers, brotherhood, honor and death

while he is goofy, gangly and grinning in life.

He has heroes, the boys I know,

in the war, in harm’s way.

He makes me proud that he cares.

He respects their call and their risk

while he and his high school buds

stumble around goofy and grinning,

away from war, away from harm.

And my goofy, gangly, grinning boys

stand watch afar and keep my son safe.

They say, “We got him covered, Mr. Sura.

“Your wife and daughter too.

For them, no war, nor harm’s way.”

All I am left to say is

“Love you guys,”

in my goofy, gangly, grinning way.

“Come home safe

from the war, from harm’s way.”