Avuncular eyes wearing smart suit and ties
A smokey ash groomed moustache
Flat cap laugh in a sharp wit scarf
Poppy, Schubert, King Lear with punctuation you can hear
Red pens, walking maps against flowers and paragraphs
Hair silver, heart gold, the best way to grow old
Light tapping feet dancing in the street
Those same feet crossing the stage
That literature lover through the age
From Trinity to Sherwood Forest, a Robin Hood of knowledge
With bestowing hands, knowing lands
Rollwright stones and little bones
Privileged peers, beyond the years
Wiping tears, wiping fears
Thank you for making me unafraid
I just wish you could have stayed

By Kimberly Jamison

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