Ralph Rides With Me

by Patrice Clarkson | May 27, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry | 4 comments

Ralph rides with me
Just as long as he needs to see
I know everything and how it goes.

My jeep was dying piece by piece
When a friend said
“I know of a car that just might do”

Off we went to check it out
Ralph’s red van
Left as if he’d just stepped out.

I said yes to this red van
The one that belonged to
Ralph the Man.

I feel his presence beside of me
Cause you see, for a little while
Ralph rides with me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

4 Comments

Linda McCullough on May 27, 2014 at 6:40 pm

Thank you Patrice. That is beautiful and I do believe he is there with you.
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- Patrice on May 27, 2014 at 9:49 pm
  
  You’re most welcome and I thank you. I’m sure he’s there. It most comforting to know.
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Shakti Ghosal on May 28, 2014 at 4:19 am

I sense a mystery and a longing here. Is Ralph no longer there?

Shakti
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- Patrice on May 28, 2014 at 4:23 pm
  
  Yes, he passed away from cancer. I never met him but felt his helpful presence within the van.
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