When I think about Robert I recall
His many acts of generosity,
The way he would center and give his all
To this project or that activity,
Whatever would come to his attention.
At times in my life I was the focus
Of more than a few acts of his kindness;
It felt odd to me to be the locus
Of admiration untouched by blindness.
Robert passed away many years ago;
I still see the twinkle in his eye though
I have to rely on my memory
And now and then I still hear his laughter --
I will take it with me into the hereafter.