Miraculous Moments We Missed: To My Brother Now Gone Away
This reflective poem first occurred to me on September 9, 2010 upon leaving Houston, Texas, where I had just helped bury with military honors my younger brother, Donald G. Havlick, a life-long defense attorney, who after 75 years and 151 days, passed into eternal life on the morning of Tuesday, August 10, 2010.
Miraculous Moments We Missed
(to Donald G. Havlick, 1935-2010)
Sensible seniors can list
miraculous moments we missed.
Infancy crawled back to bed,
while harm hurried on straight ahead.
Kinsmen we cherished the most,
we treated most times like burnt toast.
Reasoning smells like abuse;
our busy was but an excuse.
Now, in our own twilight times,
we yearn for some innocent rhymes.
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