Weaver

cafe inspiration thank you Emily

weaver was young
weaver had longer blond hair
weaver had soul
hiking boots
his Dad together
the scree field opened
took weaver
left his dad
and I remember the Aspens shedding their tears
every year
a stamp ,a Vibram print high on the chair
a line low on the door 
Weaver in my heart
First last name in school

Author's Note

Emily ,snowed into my memory,and Diegos style ,spare weighted words ,echo ,I hope I can echo up a memory in you.5th-8th grade Appenseler,Epstien,Freidman,Timmerman,names of what I know now to be Brilliant men were just friends,I road the bus with Weaver.His death really laid dormant some 40 years,until I got to swim in a pool of Empathy with his father.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I sense the fondly factual tone, and also appreciate the nostalgic, bereft sentiments to this poem, I hope you feel some comfort in knowing that we really all go through these phases from time to time and they certainly have made me personally, re-evaluate life's meanings and my humble place within it, nice write

[lee von cleef]

Growing shouldn't hurt so ,I guess I will find new shoes, That's probably why girls have so many pairs of shoes, Yes life has kept me "Humble " at most of the turns.

[spiritwind]

I like spare
spare words can carry more emotion than multisyllable grandiose words
spare is like an arrow's shaft flying straight and true into the bull's eye of the heart

very well donewell done

[Horizon K.]

Everyone who passes through our lives leaves their footprints in our hearts, they remain in our faded memories. Weaver's footprints across yours...
...each footprint a piece in this lovely poem...

[gombeggar]

more like a hiccup of something old and unfinished...bueno

[Emily B]

when the snow is so cold your heart aches

[.]

Wow, this is soo powerful. The structure, your tone, and just the overall flow and feeling of this poem is pure beauty. My favorite line is "Weaver in my heart
First last name in school". Great job, Lee :)

[Tree]

Ah, yes. Felt this one deep in my bones. You've reached back brilliantly, then brought it on home. And that format, that whittling down the memory to its bare essence/ was tight. Perfect