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With your feet in your head
And your brains in your shoes
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose
kevin, age 9
DEAR KEVIN WALSH:
With your feet in your head
And your brains in your shoes
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose
kevin, age 9
DEAR KEVIN WALSH:
Kevin comes in like a rain storm
With his poetry
Washing away the dust of life
Off of your weary bones
Cleaning away the muck and mire
And making you feel human again.
Then he shutters the sun
And does a happy dance
Around the moon
Just because he can
And oh, how we love to watch him
Hear him, see him, know him
Just happy to be in his widening circuit.
And just when things get darkest
He flies in on his magic carpet
And uncovers the sun again
And you stand and watch in amazement
As flowers rise up out of the concrete
And fill your hands
With beauty
And your nostrils
Full of honeysuckle.
He tells the most amazing tales
Tales you want to believe
Tales you want to live in
And partake in
In some small way
Because he can take the most mundane
Subjects and make them
Live in a newness of life
That was never there before.
A perpetual boy,
Now a man,
But only on the outside
Inside he is Aladdin
And Frodo,
Peter Pan,
And
Robin Hood
All rolled into one
Marvelous,
Magical
Creature
Known as Kevin.
And we love him
For who he is
And we love him
For who he was
And we need him
To always stay in reach
Because we all need
People like him in our lives
To remind us that this is not
All that there is,
This routine, ho hum, dog eat dog existence
Out here alone
Where poetry hides it's face
And waits for those
Who seek it out
And recognize it's worth
In this darkening world.
Kevin is one such as this
Finding poetry and magic
In every raindrop,
Every beam of sun,
Every abandoned car
And old shoe
For he is not of this earth
But from a far distant land
On the other side of Heaven
Where poets come from
Where they only speak the language
Of poetry
And all their dialogues rhyme.
When true poets meet,
We always recognize one another
Even if we have never met before
We know one another by the spirit,
Our hearts
And the glow that emanates
From our fingers
As we write magic words
That take your heart away
To that place from whence we came
And make it real to you.
Kevin lived most of his life
Without having known his true talent,
His true nature
He thought he was just an ordinary boy
Until one day
He wrote a poem
And then another
And another
And amazingly he knew he was special
And no longer alone.
For suddenly
He was surrounded by poets
From near and far
And we encircled him in our arms
And embraced him with our hearts
And we showed him how it felt
To be loved
And he loved us back
And healed us, too, and cheered us
For we were homesick also
For that distant land
And never knew it.
And he told us tales about home
And made us remember how good it was,
How sweet it was,
How dear it was to remember
And write about
And share with those who need
A little magic in their lives
And for this, Kevin,
We are appreciative,
We are thankful.
And we are constantly waiting
And yearning with each passing day,
For you to take us back into your world
And read and learn and play again
The games you played as a 9 year old
Now living in the body of a man
That most of us have yet to meet
And yet love so much
With all our grateful hearts.
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(bless you Kevin Walsh
for the joy you have brought into
our lives. Never stop writing poetry.
Never grow up. Never stop believing in magic.
And never forget us, your friends.)
©By Voo
February 14, 2019
2:25 a.m.
