MY DEAR FRIEND
For Cristobal Dino Giovacchini-Ramirez
From Bubba John Free
(Written in 1996)




I feel like we drove eachother away.

Like all we have are memories of "Staples Streets",

And times gone by that we can't seem to recapture.

But, oh how I long for those sweet days.

Partaking of a "dube" in a beautiful garden

That holds you and your dog, Blue.

Bluey and you, a part of my Life,

Like joy and sorrow intertwined.



Salads and "cups-of-joe" together;

We had so much. We were as one.

Now we're a memory we seem to forget.

And the gallery says, "Can't go back";

Yet I know there's hope for the past

As well as for the present and future.



We're better together than apart.

I know your deepest heart knows it.

Never give up on anyone, let alone a Friend.

True Friends are hard to come by.

They don't grow on trees.

They only grow in our hearts,

If we nurture them.

So here I am awaitin' for you,

My Brother and my Friend,

Chris.