|The Poisoned Ink Well|
Saturday, October 12, 2002
(We traveled a thousand miles
To visit a hometown
that wasn’t mine
To take my son to visit the grave
of a father that he never really knew)
After Ohio for Ric
Before we left Port Clinton.
Ed and I went to Ric’s grave.
We pushed back the stone
and left our armbands
from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,
a picture of Ed smiling with his new found cousins
and a bunch of Mardi Gras beads
from a New Orleans parade
Ed wrote on the side of the tombstone,
“Daddy I love you“.
It felt strange to leave him there
it was sooo unRiclike
to be reduced to a formal name
on a gray piece of stone,
I was glad we jazzed it up for him.