Beau Biden RIP

This poet in his lifetime has gone to too many funerals which number seems to be increasing as I get older; but three of those have been funerals in which parents had to bury a child--not the way the world is supposed to work. Joe Biden has had to do this twice over 40 years apart. My prayers and this poem went out to him. RIP Beau. Thank you Joe for bringing and rearing your son in this world. 

Unless you were a member of the tribe or clan around a fire

With nothing but terror and unknown beyond the wire

Another human was a not a friend but an unknown threat

An open hand to shake might be a movement to regret

Not much different today as the campfires by the EPA have been shut down

And rancor and blame rules in the streets, commons and alleys of D.C. town

Yet for a brief moment the tears wash away the partisan walls

Before the thief of the night a fate that awaits us all

Beau Biden a son and father who would be impossible not to praise

Buried today to as believers to another more tranquil phase

The images and the eulogies would from all but the most stoic many a tear

To have known this man or to his values as father, son and servant adhere

As a father this poet can only barely comprehend

The grief of a father and stepmother Jill when a young life must end

Prayers to you Joe Biden, Jill and your family in this hour

May God reach and comfort you with all His loving power.

© June 6, 2015 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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