Remember we played at your dad’s funeral home
you hid in coffins scaring the shit out of me
laughing your deep belly laugh
my body trembled as each lid opened slowly.
Where are you now Bobby, new games for you to play?
Did Vietnam strike you down like so many friends?
I’d rather think not, feels better that way
Where’s your horse sister? I laughed as she galloped
the sidewalks of our neighborhood, a stallion with two legs.
Memories so dear to me now, I relive them every now and then
I hope you do too.