Faye Sizemore

Faye lives in South Carolina, USA. Grant, her life partner, is a Vietnam Veteran

THE PASSING OF A WARRIOR

Dear Per: Please accept my most sincere sympathies to you and your family. My heart is so sad.

Faye
June 7, 2002

TOR?

Tor is a man
of much mystery
He will not speak
of his history

He is a warrior today
That much he did say
Saw the picture in the cold
He does not look too old

Picture looked like
a navy seal
Only he knows
if it’s real

To trek across Greenland
that’s his dream
All that cold would
make me scream

He says he’s named for
the God of Thunder
I think he really likes to
make me just wonder

Well, Tor, man of mystery,
make me wonder you do
I can only read what is written
trust your heart to be true

You said you needed to scream
from the mountaintop;
If so, come with us, we are
an echo that will not stop

©Copyright April 23, 2002 by Faye Sizemore

A PRAYER FOR TOR

Warrior, battle is not done
Dying is no reward to be won
Warrior… fight on

Your love sits by your side
Trying her tears to hide
Do not leave her alone
Warrior… fight on

I pray the angels of God
Will fight by your side
Death will not be your guide
Your life shall not be gone
Warrior… fight on

Tor, I do faithfully pray
For God to heal you today
I ask him to carry you
When your strength seems gone
Warrior… fight on

©Copyright May 22, 2002 by Faye Sizemore

GOODNIGHT, POET WARRIOR

Tears fall into sadness and grief
You have come to a much untimely end
Though we never met face to face
I am proud to have called you friend

Sometimes a person passes by
And in doing so brings light
And then just as suddenly
Are taken into the eternal night

We were truly blessed and awed
By these few moments of your time
You wrote of battle and war crime
You told of it in such sad rhyme

You were carried from earth’s place
By angels to be seated in God’s Grace
A sad good bye is all we can say
We are thankful you passed our way

In this life I never saw your face
But you wrote words
That transcends time and space
I will remember you
I shall know you in another place

©Copyright June 7, 2002 by Faye Sizemore

SAD MUSIC

There is a dirge…
playing in my heart

Half the world away
A soldier died today

Goodbye defender of right
No more suffering after this night

This isn’t the way it should end
Good guys are supposed to win

The music is done; the song is sung
The clock no more can be wound
Time has run out

The dirge… plays on

©Copyright June 7, 2002 by Faye Sizemore

FAMILY AND LOSS

Thank you friends
For being
here this day
Our numbers have
Helped keep the
Dark away
Tor has gone on
But in our hearts
He’s not gone
For as long
As friends gather
He’ll live on
He hears our laughter
And I know he’s smiling
At us from the hereafter

THE SCENT OF ROSES…
(And the Memory of a Warrior Poet)

The Scent of Roses… (And the Memory of a Warrior Poet)
Graphic ©Copyright June 2005 by Anthony W. PahlMy brave young friend Tor…
My roses were blooming
when you died
I sat amongst them and cried…
but I cried not lonely
tears midst their perfume…
many cried with me in the gloom
Mashed potatoes are for laughter
and we will grin about them
… again… in the hereafter
It is again… suddenly… June
The roses have bloomed
Again roses waft their scent
with the evening dew
and… my friend…
Tor… I remember you…

ONE JUNE DAY

June eleventh
has come again…
and gone…
bringing memories
of a warrior gone home
… a warrior who was
so brave and true
Tor… I will always
remember you

Author’s Note: For Toraf Cod… on the anniversary of his death

FOR TOR

Tis now again June
The time of the rose bloom
The air is heavy with their perfume

I inhale their scent
And the memory does not relent
Of the sadness when you went

Friendship is akin to love
And it helps me to believe
That you smile from above

Author’s Note: In Memory of a Brave Soldier

REMEMBERING TOR

There was a thunder storm this afternoon.
We lost power for hours.
The moon has risen, still full.
It seems as though
it has been full for the longest time.
The power is back on now
and the worst seems over.
The night is perfumed
with roses around our deck
and after the storm,
mists are rising and floating,
I find Tor is in my thoughts tonight
as it is the anniversary of his funeral.
And the rose’s scent reminds me too
Brave young, lost poet soldiers
are not forgotten easily………