Hello readers, it’s been far too long since I posted a new piece.
Alas, my landlord passed away from cancer recently in September.
I was kindly invited by Carol, Mark’s widow to say a few words at his funeral.
The October sun shone brightly on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon. Fittingly for Mark, the chapel was packed-out, so it was standing room only.
Mark: a second father to me.
Welcomed me to the extended family [September 2010]
I arrived there from London. Floating like butterfly; stinging like bee!
But Mark being Mark, looked me up and down. Mark, a second father to me.
“If you wanna full breakfast, sir – just be here by nine”
The next morning, I showed-up half-past nine!
“Work hard! Be a good lad”, Mark had said
Alas! Today, we have many, many tears to shed.
Mark: a man of few words. But I know he smiled.
Especially when I paid the rent – sometimes, just on time!
“Lovely, jubbly” Mark said – rubbing his massive chef’s together with glee!!
“But you’re too late for breakfast, mate – now that it’s half-past three!!!”
Free from pain. Mark is free to float like butterfly; sting like bee!
Rest in peace Mark; you’ll always be a second father to me.
(c) Myke Kofi 2016.
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