Rollie Bob Amy Twirl N Puke

Rollie, Amy, and Bob, July 1984

Pre-Wedding Surprise (Rollie, Part I)

What a night
Jo and Rollie drove down
from our hometown to NYC
We chowed Chinese, then
scrabbled cross Canal
A little Italian style

La Bella Ferrara
Sinatra-stacked juke
“Summer Wind” as we
strolled in for cannoli
Surprise! Down the block
in full swing was

the San Genaro Festival
Smiling street vendors
Splendy Christmas lights
Rides, rides, rides
Rollie, Bob and I fly
spinning on the Twirl N Puke

Bob’s brother Roy
brought his camera and
just for fun, with arms
stretched above his head,
snapped photos – but didn’t
know what would develop

Who would know he’d
hit the jackpot shot
Four years later,
Rollie was gone gone gone
This happenstance photo
is how he lives on

© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

This is the first of a TRIPTYCH about Rollie.  If you want to read more, I just posted #2m and the third will probably go up Tuesday or Wednesday.  Check back then if you wish!

dverse Poets asked for poems with repeated words or phrases. This was written yesterday, so I suppose it was meant to be!  Also submitting to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday.

Bob (now Rob) was my first husband, father of Riley. His brother Roy has the most incredible luck – timing – he’s a drummer! Rollie was my sister Jo’s husband; more about him as we go through a three-day reflection on a sweet man who died suddenly – and far too soon. Check out the pic again and see the big man with the big heart. Peace, Amy