Today is the birthday of my brother, Michael Claude Dunn. He lived a short life, but it was full of adventure & trials, joys & struggles, many cherished memories. RIP 1969-1995
Here’s a poem in remembrance of him today:
Mike’s Song
(c) copyright August 9, 1995
Beat the drums slowly,
Float the beat on the breeze.
Play the pipes loudly,
Mike’s easy to please.
Violins for the Gypsy
Deep down in his soul,
And a rockin’ guitar…
With a bass thunder roll.
He was young, in his prime
When he slipped from our sight,
But his song will go on…
Well into the night.
The presence will fade
As time marches on
But will ever return…
On the wings of his song.
A song that is gentle…
And caring, yet strong.
A song that will render
The right from the wrong.
A song that will laugh,
A song that will cry,
A song of his life…
As our lives pass by.
For twenty six years,
Through laughter and pain,
He wrote his own song
Up to the final refrain.
The rhythm was different
The tempo was strange
The coda… returning…
Again… and again.
Then a warm summer night,
In a place that he loved,
He reached for his Lord,
For help from above.
“They” supplied him with words
That forever ring true
“God loves you, My son.
Your troubles are through.”
“Come look at your room
In the mansion above,
Look down, let our spirit…
Console those you love.”
“Let us dry up their tears,
And send them along…
‘Till one day they return…
Singing… Mike’s song.”
Written by: C.L. Dunn, Mike’s Dad
Music by: K.V. Dunn, Mike’s Sister