Sunday, January 19, 2014

Honorable Mention...

My father, Arthur Eugene Logan, Sr. (better known as "Gene") passed away on March 13, 1999. I was 17 years old and about to graduate from high school. I wrote this poem just two months after...

Honor sometimes comes too late;

it competes with time and struggles with fate.

He was friendly and sociable, had stories to tell;

the reality of war, he knew all too well.

He could draw a crowd with his unstable effervescence...

Too amicable to the bottle, for this I am distraught,

I will never forget the life lessons from which I have been taught.

He enjoyed children and they seemed to love him;

the light that was his life will never grow dim.

I never got the chance to say goodbye;

But I know he is always somewhere close by...

Honor sometimes comes too soon;

his is now in eternal bloom.

I will cherish the thought of him forever;

Honor comes, better late than never...

--written 5-13-99

May his memory be blessed and may he be in the presence of his Maker. Happy Birthday...