Battalions of books <br />stood to dusty attention <br />on their rough sawn shelves <br />of mission brown. <br /> <br />Piles of papers <br />from eager undergraduates <br />teetered in unsteady piles <br />all over the house. <br /> <br />Meters of CDs <br />wallpapered your study <br />awaiting your daily dose <br />of Beethoven or Brahms. <br /> <br />Your behavior was eccentric, <br />your language academic, <br />your brilliance knew no boundaries, <br />your kindness overwhelmed. <br /> <br />Romantic and incorrigible, <br />you were Irish to the bone. <br />A mix of Marx and Milligan, <br />your lunacy touched my soul. <br /> <br />You died too young, my love - <br />cancer doesn’t discriminate. <br />The children carry your genes, <br />rather gracefully, it seems to me.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-children-carry-your-genes/
