For Kent

 
Today, I’m left thinking
about his girls, grown 
in the sense of pursuit
and exploring the world
not quite in the hustle 
of adulthood, but wound
still fresh of his passing. 
 
I’m left thinking 
about his wife, spitfire,
strength that mortal men
quiver to, quake of her voice
always listened, but him,
he listened because he loved
and knew she was, generally, 
always right, a crack 
left in her heart by the quake
quiet death brought. 
 
I’m left thinking
how he mentored hundreds,
kids, adults, with hungry
ambition, and hearts turned
noble by his words. I took
every syllable as gold and 
gospel, truths about life
spoken by a man who had
lived, but still deserved more
time. Even 4 years of knowing
you, was enough to understand 
I’ll never forget.