In Memory of Ronnie Blanchard
1946 - 2003
I remember you Ronnie
Like it was yesterday
And here I am now
Thirty years later missing you today
You came home from Nam
Not quite the same as you left
The memories and pain in your heart
The crime of your sanity theft
With shells exploding dangerously close
Bullets hissing through the air
One caught your best friend
And he died in your arms then and there
Home you came with more than you left
In your eyes I saw the war raging on
If I could I’d take away your pain
Just a wave of my hand and POOF, it’d be gone
In our cars, we passed each other one day
You turned around just to talk with me
You in your’77 Camaro Z28
And me in my ’72 Ford LTD
I was ten years younger than you
And like brothers it seems we became
Infatuated with muscle cars
It didn’t matter of the brand names
Oh, how we talked of carburetors
Hurst shifters and Cragar SS wheels
The insane pull of a big block
How insatiable and rewarding it feels
Far too few were those moments we shared
For I often think of you as my big brother
Wishing you were still here
The laughs we shared with each other
As I stand here at your grave
Speaking to you this way
I sense you’re with me
My big brother today
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2011
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2017 03:39
- Category: Family
- Views: 77
Comments8
Written with such passion = makes me wish I'd been there with you both.
Thank you Michael, me too.
AP, soldiers form a very special bond, especially in combat, but they are very careful in the bonds they make outside the military. If Ronnie was your friend, you know your friendship was very special.
Beautiful poem, Thank you!
Thanks Fred. I knew it then, and ever more aware of it now since he's been gone. I miss him.
Sorry you are missing a good friend , a very nice remembrance....
Thanks Bill. I didn't know Ronnie real well as he was 10 years older than me. But the few times that we did talk, we could relate to each other as if age was not a factor. He didn't talk much about the war in Vietnam, and I knew why. The war still raged on somewhere inside him, memories that he couldn't escape from. I wanted so badly to take it all away from him. Thanks for reading Bill.
Beautiful caring write, he will always be with you.
Thanks Goldie. I do feel him near many times.
A poem of grief. All those memories kept your friends alive in your heart.
If he can live forever in me, then I'll be a proud and grateful host. Thanks for reading m&m.
Thanks AP! I felt your sadness.
Thanks WC. His best friend died in his arms. And I felt like he became a best friend to me.
A fine tribute to a good friend, AP. Well written and moving. Good write!
Thanks Louis. I just wish he was still here.
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