my grandson.
Shaine S McMillan
This is to my mushroom tall and mysterious,
Who I have chased for days and days.
How I wish I could hold you one more time,
Plead and beg for forgiveness.
How would I a simple man, know that your
powers would entrance me.
Only one nibble I tell myself, who's to know?
Nibble by nibble now you are gone,
And I'm left chasing your memories in the
damp wilderness.
If only I could have a second chance I tell
myself, my mushroom would be running free.
But alas, you are gone and I am alone.
To you my friend, you will and always have
been on my mind.
To you I salute, may you be reborn and
spore a field of friends.
Copyright by:
~Shaine S. McMillan~
Jan. 13, 2000
