It was
something by Sondheim..
some thing..
that makes me think of you
like he,
wishing his mentor would know..
aren't you proud of me..
proud of you!
if only
I had that way with words.
if only I could be
better like he..
I think of all the stories
if I could write
the light like you..
the things you do.. did.
when you walked the earth
and made generations love
you.. Honorary Uncle
honored by me..
loving your every word.
missing every word,
and your heart and your head..
and you.. Missing you.
