Well, not mine, my little brother Jim. He’s over at www.tiki-jim.com and will, I am sure, be soon spewing out his own brand of wisdom… Sometimes he’s very politically astute–this hidden under all the bondo dust and grumpiness.

Remember Me…

© 2005 by Jimmie Barlow (Jimmiebarlow@aol.com)

Remember me as your son
when you used to doctor my bumps
remember me playing in the dirt
remember me crying when i would get hurt
remember walking to get my diploma
remember arguing and saying I’m gonna
remember me as a man doing my job
remember me , and please don’t sob.
I did what I had to do no matter what
I was heavily trained and I fought
no regrets as I am in a wonderful place
Remember me when you look at my purple heart in your glass case.