TUCKER BOBST
August 8, 1923 ~ January 23, 2008

We Won

  for Tucker Bobst

You win,

So it seems.

You have invaded

Every part of my turf,

Inflicting pains at will.

My defenses collapse,

Iʼm numbed.

Pains? 

How much more can they hurt?

Since Richardʼs parting, Iʼm

Adrift at sea again.

After sixty short years,

Alone.

Thatʼs pain.

Each day of your occupation

Brings me closer to

Reunion with my Love,

My muses and angels above.

Free to create again, in unison,

With our hands and voices. 

Random kindness,

Constant care,

Abound as pains increase.

To go now or to tarry a while,

As Richard said,

I am still indecisive.

What is it, I hear,

A voice so clear,

Growling in distant shore?

I am coming, I will,

But I will take my time.

All right, Iʼll pack

What we need

For our onward journey.

Cancer:  You can have this body.

I am moving on.

Richard, we won!

                                                Samuel Wong

Our Tucker has gone
Now, guided by the moonlight,
On, to better things.

My Tucker is gone.
1, 2 3 wouldn’t you know
That’s, when you would go?

Most fortunate am I
To have met charming Tucker-
A wonderful friend

The first gift you gave …
A smooth, black stone, then laughter,
Friendship, kindness, love.

Gentlemen, friend, host
Artist, creator, mentor
Handsome, kind, Tucker. And so much more!