i.m. Jerry Mullally (1915-1995)
That cup of coffee Uncle Jerry'd pour
Each morning "for the water" they'll just throw
From now on he can always go without,
As he believed, for he will thirst no more,
A gracious man who let others go ahead
And turned from small disputes, though once he
My neck to let me know that he was pleased
With something hard some loudmouth neighbor
So he was subtle, too, not merely nice.
He went to Mass each morning, then the plant,
And reached a gentle outcome with each daughter.
I'd name wrongs he committed, but I can't,
Who, to my knowledge, did not have a vice,
And took his coffee only for the water.
____; originally printed in Pivot.
Reprinted by permission
of the author.