In memoriam: Robby L Robinson (1925-2010)
An ordinary New Jersey boy, nineteen. In Brittany the shrapnel shell that killed your pal, engendered dark, shut down a sheen of innocence. Your generation filled our stories, and some thanks that war was stilled are owed. These lines, inadequate between your monuments, my humble gift; a mean repayment from a rhymer all unskilled in awe, remembering your laughter: deep chuckles you left around like colored light, I knew why they all loved and cherished you. Nursed well enough by grandma, always true, to see you to the rest. Eternal quiet, at Arlington an honored guest’s asleep.