Blue-eyed boychick,
“Motor-mouth,”
Proudly brings home
Perch and trout.
Then a man,
Teaching science,
Coaching ‘E’,
In self-reliance.
Fervent father,
Fisherman,
Plays Obie-Wan,
In Neverland.
Outdoorsman trekked,
Pacific Northwest,
Schemed his return,
To trawlers, sea quests.
With cherished First Mate,
His vessel his Pride,
He flourished, rejoiced,
Beneath Florida skies.
In waters beloved,
Where manatees swirled,
His gentle, great heart,
Was suddenly stilled.
We’re bereft, yet buoyed,
By keen memories,
He evermore navigates,
Celestial seas.
Paula Lyons, MD
3/29/2020
Revised – 6/7/2023
9 Responses
I have no words! Thank you!
Family is everything! I believe it was Steve Jobs who on his death bed looked at all his children and said ” Wow “
Well done!
Yup, that is your brother!
Further thought about your brother.
It’s not that he is motor mouth, he just doesn’t like any dead air.
Actually, as I recall it, Rich’s nickname “motor-mouth” was only used during the time he was a little boy. I just remember this tiny articulate three year old chatting at length about anything and everything with ANYBODY! Friends, passers-by, complete strangers. They were usually spellbound! Sometimes we would have to rescue the polite ones that were waiting ’till he was done to walk away…
Wow. I was (am) that bad???
No, you were adorable!! It was very cute! People were amazed that you spoke so well at such a young age.
It’s just fun to tease you about it! Feel free to reciprocate!
Rich
No you weren’t. It’s what the youngest gets just because you’re the youngest. Ask your dad about the time he and our brother Franklin did to me when they threw me in the trunk of Franklin’s car ( a 1947 Plymouth coupe) and took me for a ride over the bumpiest road they could find.