I Remember Jim

 

I remember Jim.

Just like it was yesterday.

Yeah, I remember Jim.

From when I was a little boy.

With flour on his face.

With his sleeves rolled up.

With the smells of the bakery all around him.

I remember Jim.

Images of Jim in his uniform.

A hero to this little boy.

I remember Jim.

Shotgun in hand, bearing down on a quail.

I remember Jim.

With J.L. and Rickey held in both arms.

With his arm around Jeanne’s waist.

I remember Jim.

A smile on his face.

For this little boy.

I remember Jim.

A serious face in an old photo going off to war.

I remember Jim.

Beautiful handwriting for a man.

I remember Jim.

A leader of men who was loved and respected by his soldiers.

I remember Jim.

Telling stories.

Laughing.

Remembering Snooks, my mom.

I’ll not forget Jim.

Yeah, I’ll remember Uncle Jim.