. Sean who passed away this week in Honolulu, Hawaii Although there are a few who’ll grieve and mourn, Who’ll celebrate his life and then move on, The unexpected loss will be hard borne By those who called him “Brother” and “My son.” I knew him back when he was still a teen, No longer just a boy, not yet a man, But somewhere shy and awkward in-between; A life adrift, as yet without a plan. I spent a week with him in Mexico, He helped to build a house while we were there. He took a saw and wouldn’t take it slow, He gave his all and did it with a flair! At thirty-six, it seems surrealistic To think he’s now a Covid death statistic. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse.