Jack of All Trades
For my brother, Donald Keaton Patterson, Sr., who died September 3, 2007
by Robin Stansbury
"I bet you know everything, Surely it's true,
When I grow up, I hope to be just like you."
"I'm just a jack of all trades and a master of none.
You'll grow up much better, My Little One."
Today, these words echo around, inside of me,
Along with the tears that won't let me see.
Still, I remember, still, I recall the motor's roar
Moments before you'd walk through the door.
I still believe you were the most handsome, the best,
Somehow, much better than all of the rest.
One thing you missed, one thing you got wrong,
Not so much, really, just a missed beat in a song.
I could never be better, not much like you, it seems,
A jack of all trades, master of none in my dreams.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
Robin Stansbury, all rights reserved.
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