Alan
As morning broke across the sea,
The sunlight gleamed so tenderly
Atop the waves that broke to shore,
His heart held joy, no need for more.
He loved his wife, children and friends,
Like the endless ocean his love knew no ends.
With twinkling eyes and easy aires,
He chanted the mantra of “fear, who cares?”
Upon his friendships he did thrive,
Through joy of others he felt alive.
All of his kindness he extended,
The world as family he defended.
He had good times he had his pleasures,
He knew his life was filled with treasures.
Like the gentle rolling of the sea,
He was peaceful, he felt free.
As noon drew nigh the weather turned,
The ocean blackened, the water churned.
That fateful day the world was shown,
The fearless man I’d always known.
September 11, 2001
Seared in the minds of everyone.
Yet amid such terror so broad in scope,
Alan and friends bequeathed new hope.
Aboard 93 they came United,
The mind of evil had been shortsighted.
Not thinking men would band as brothers,
Heroes giving their lives to save many others.
Storm clouds will pass to bear the sun,
With golden light as day is done.
Like ebbing water and flowing tides,
Alan will always stand at our sides.
The world most surely felt his love,
And now he looks down from above.
My father I will surely miss,
But to feel sea breeze is to feel his kiss.
From rolling oceans you can hear,
“I love you and I’ll stay near.”
And waves will always seem to say,
“Sadgurunath Maharaj ki Jay”
John Beaven
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