The puppet man of Camden
sings and dances for the children.
Beyond tie-dye t-shirts lies
a heart of wonder.
His prostate supplement bottle
now holds a memory stick
filled with leaves of grass ̶
filled with poetry and pain;
hidden lives of loved ones gone
are remembered through flowers
or football. His joy, contagious
even considering everything lost ̶
a baby brother, parents, a lover.
To live for him is to be aware.
To breathe and bask in each moment.
How he’s grown innocent with age.
How he looks young with a white beard.