In Memory of Carter Gifford


All my words

Scatter now like birds

From a sheet of snow

I do not know

What to say

You have gone away

Forever and a day

This much I know

 

Suppose I told

How you had red gold

Hair and blue

It seems to me

That they were blue

Blue eyes

But memory dies

Not seeing you

 

Alas, you were young

Always and death

Brought no surprise

Going among

The eternal young

A little out of breath

From life

 

It is grief

I feel

Not for you, my friend

Happy at last

But am downcast

That I cannot send

Words of gold

After you there

To match your hair.