Prayers for the Jogger

 

Rest in peace and watch over me,

Angel with a low sexy voice.

I can hear it now, you saying my name.

 

Thomas O’Brien was found on a gravel path,

Saxon Woods, June 16th, just twelve noon.

A jogger came upon him dead, immediately.

 

I call your wife on your birthday.

She says she looks forward to it.

We laugh easily as if you are in the next room.

 

There was a closed casket, sitting atop

The eight-by-ten color glossy photo,

The boys on their Triumphs, summer of ’69.

 

I hope you are with Charlie and maybe

Our child who needed to be born another time.

Love to your Father, tell him the Mets look good.

 

Thomas leaves behind his wife, mother,

Brother, sister-in-law, nieces, nephews, and

Friends that will talk of him until the day they die.