Poem: Clipboards and Glasses

[ReneeLouvier]

Poem: Clipboard

My Clipboard.
Normally it means nothing to me,
but today, I see it anew.

As I mourn, I celebrate.
As I laugh, I cry.
I wonder how such greatness could make such a man.
Piano player, forgetful, the go-getter, the opera.
The kid who loved to show things to his ma.
The kid who loved to always help, and always sing.

I smile when I hear his sweet melodic voice.
I cry when I watch his characters light up.
I think of you, all the time.

Garlic popcorn brings back sweet memories.
My clipboard in my arms, makes me smile.
My computer...and yet I cry again.

I wish I could help you, sweet man of happiness.
But, you are nevermore, your visage is nothing but a memory,
in our minds, and in our hearts.

Though, with no words, you touched me.
In my time of sadness, the thought of you pulled me through.
You did not know it, but you helped me.
Your love of life, saved me from misery.
Your songs, saved me from tears.

Your pestering...made me laugh.

I always have dreamed that I could be related to you.
Perhaps share in your genes that greatness you held.
I will never know, but, I always believe you are in my heart.

Sweet man, you sing and dance in heaven now.
I know my treasure lies with you and your friends,
we shall all have a show, high in the sky.
But, that time is not near.
So I wait, in happiness for it to appear.

Dearest Richard, or may I call you Rich?
I wish you hear this, from my heart and from my mind,
I love you.
I love you for what you showed us,
that dreams are always possible,
never give up, always try.


And when all else fails, bring up your Uncle.

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[ReneeLouvier]

*bumpity bump bump*

mmmm.....muffins.

 

[MeepBorkMeep]

That's really really sweet. Very poetic. Thanks for sharing that with us. I wrote a poem that was partly about him too...would you like to hear it?

 

[MeepBorkMeep]

Actually...reading over my poem, not worthy. Thought it was when I wrote it...thought it depicted Richard nicely, no, it didn't...it's a very sad, untrue poem. I wrote it a number of years ago for a writing class when they all were giving these depressing poems...so never mind. Perhaps I'll try to write another.

But still, yours is a great poem for a great man. Good job.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

I've said a lot of stuff on this subject since joining the forum, but it's a nice tribute for the Muppet crew's resident goof-off.

I do also think that Richard's up in heaven right now, doing Muppet routines with Jim before an audience of God, the rest of the Trinity and all the angels, etc. That's my belief.

 

[MartyMuppets]

Another masterpiece poem Sara. And a worthy one indeed to honour Richard Hunt's memory by The two smilies I chose stand for the word I feel best describes it. Bittersweet. We will always miss Richard (and Jim too of course) but we will also cherish the memories they gave to us.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Right on.

By the way, Renee, I think that you're not the only one who's had Richard pop up in your dreams.
Early this morning, I dreamed that I had gone to New York to meet someone, only to not have that person appear at first. I started asking around, and then I learned that that person had died sometime earlier because of "a taint" in his blood. Yet that didn't explain why I later found myself driving through the city with him (he looked like a normal human being, by the way) and flying kites with him in Central Park.
It all had some bittersweet overtones, and at the end I'm standing out in the rain with some song about how "there will come soft healing rains" playing in my head. Here's the kicker: I'm holding a card of some kind in my hand, and it's addressed to the person I had flown kites with - and his name was Richard.
I'm still trying to figure it out. But it was a nice dream.