Anniversary poem

Missing Spalding

His "Swimming to Cambodia"

Those monologues we knew

Such talent in one single man

So much, yet still so blue

Six years ago, his mind made up

Our Spalding went away

This world was just too much for him

He knew he couldn't stay

With scrambled thoughts, alone he went

To find his peace of mind

He's found that peace, though sad we are

For us he left behind

Some people still don't understand

Unclear inside their brain

But we who do must learn from him

Must come in from the rain....

We miss you, Spalding.

Always, Barb
copyright Barb Murphy, 2010