This poem was written a few years ago when I was at The Drake Hotel in Chicago after my grandfather passed away. I spent a few days writing the eulogy for his funeral. Later, it found a second home in my novel, Wednesday Night Meeting, with some alterations to align with the character named Roosevelt, a poet and graffiti artist.

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feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding without notice, strength is restored.

feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

 

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding with some notice, strength is restored.

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

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