And you loved me just as well
Teaching me English and taking me along
To test your remote-controlled miniature planes
Built and designed by your brilliant mind and hands
Flying them on that empty lot
Where barefooted snotty children
Wearing hole-riddled threadbare shirts
That used to be white, I swear,
Watched in awe as your creation
Either circled and glided like an eagle
Or turned and twirled and crashed on piles of garbage
For that was what the neighbourhood was about
With its shanties, hungry mouths and filth
That you didn’t mind really
Just as much as when every child said,
“Hey, Joe!” And you’d respond with
“My name’s David, not Joe.”
Back in the US you discovered later
That your happiness is in cross dressing
And you sent me your photos of a painted face
Where you wrote, “Only the angels know.”
Well, blow me down, Uncle or Aunt!
It’s been a long and bumpy ride, I know,
So rest well with your angels
And thank you for loving me just as well
Even showering me with presents two years ago
Perhaps remembering that little brown child
That stood by your side
Whether your planes soared or plunged.
23 Sept. 2021 on the passing of Uncle/Aunt David
That your happiness is in cross dressing
And you sent me your photos of a painted face
Where you wrote, “Only the angels know.”
Well, blow me down, Uncle or Aunt!
It’s been a long and bumpy ride, I know,
So rest well with your angels
And thank you for loving me just as well
Even showering me with presents two years ago
Perhaps remembering that little brown child
That stood by your side
Whether your planes soared or plunged.
23 Sept. 2021 on the passing of Uncle/Aunt David
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