Fly Ancestor, Fly...... A poem for Lem

I once knew a man who loved himself some cornbread,
And every chance he had to eat some he did, with some smacks and a smile.

I once had a teacher who loved to talk, he talked of the lives of trends and truths.
He talked of the movements of questions, and we listened.

I once had a mentor who had mastered his craft, he lived to share and guide,
He tried to show me the way he walked his, while helping me to find my own path.

I once had a friend, fun and full of spark, who would run up the court,
Sarcastically commenting on my shot selection, while he jogged back down the court,
Giving his very few wrinkles a chance to catch up with him.

I once had a brother, who helped me through my pain, while allowing me to aid him through his own struggles... an honored trust... a bonding of men.

I once had a father who would laugh at perfection, it wasn't familiar to him,
Though he always had to be right...

I now have an ancestor, who will continue to guide me,
And through his Wisdom I will continue to grow,
And through his lessons my children will glow...

If he is now my ancestor, then I am part of his legacy...
I will honor myself in honor of him.

R.I.P., L.M.C.

-DCW
4/8/2009