Oh my son, I miss you everyday Aaron. You died in your 18th year, just prior to entering college to study music. You were a very handsome, kind, gentle, and caring young man – great football player, marathon runner, fabulous singer, and beloved youth pastor. You made me laugh so often. So bright — a humor… witty, warm, and wonderful. I miss you so. I ache to hold you just once more — to hear your beautiful voice, to laugh at one of your spontaneous jokes. I wrote this poem to remember you, beautiful boy.
In loving memory of my son, Aaron Robert Kistner: 11/4/76 – 7/3/95
This is my favorite picture of you son
the one I treasure most
since your passing
a simple snapshot
taken at the airport
upon your return
from having successfully run
the New York City Marathon
a gentle
triumphant smile
eyes beaming
behind those ‘cool’ shades
Ray-Ban RB3025 aviators
you called this your top gun look
jacket sleeves always rolled
so casually hip
bag gripped
firm and steady
in your left hand
your marathon medal
dangling proudly
from your strong neck
we celebrate you
the victor
humorous
gentle
kind
cool
hip
proud
carefree
and so strong
!fiercely handsome!
scorpio
you were born this month
four days in
how profound
this captured moment
taken just before the finish line
of your 18 years
it said it all
your race is run
your bag is packed
your reward’s in hand
run run racer across the sky
…and now too Aaron
you can fly
so son…
Fly my sweet angel – fly!
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse