My memories of him are divided
between the person here and now from the way that he was before. The multi-faces and lives of Little Ronnie. Little Ronnie could light up the sky with youthful curiosity marked with a mischievous smile. No rock would be unturned to see what was there and what would happen when the unknown was felt. Little Ronnie’s parents would show up to everything even when he did not wish for them to be there or when Little Ronnie did not want to be there himself. Support was always there. Little Ronnie never went without. He had a little of everything however he had to earn it. His parents saw to that but Little Ronnie was the coolest. Little Ronnie was the master at keeping the attention while he was either quiet or plotting the irrational. Any personally could appear at any given trigger. Little Ronnie was blessed with a great work life after college. Getting the first opportunity that seemed to be handed to his open arms. The envy of us all. I went away for awhile. What I saw when I came back. The mind cannot register. The eyes do not believe. Little Ronnie was a shell of the person I used to know. The pristine hair, now long to go with a patchy beard. Little Ronnie did still dress with the latest fashions. So crisp and clean to cover the skeleton that was underneath. So very thin. At twenty-sex, Little Ronnie was living at home. Know the plan was to live with his high school sweetheart. Heard she was nowhere to be found. Rumour was his hyper behaviour got worse and she got scared then found him with two others. A couple who wanted fun. She was done at the sight. With his lady gone no one could or would help with controlling his money. Little Ronnie went through it as fast as he earned it. The finest clothes and the cheapest street drugs. It got worse for Little Ronnie after an emotional outburst at his workplace. Another gentleman met his hidden strength and wrath. Without a job, the small place where Little Ronnie did live licked him out. The whispers was that the little apartment took two months to fully fix. Broken walls, soiled carpets. Little Ronnie;s childhood home was the only place that would take him with the erractic mind. The hope was to get him back onto the proper drugs to calm his mind and body. Little Ronnie’s mother fought everyday to bring him back to be the boy we all knew. We all wanted the old Little Ronnie back with us and still do. The difference is shocking. Sad as it may never happen as you periodically saw the mischievous smile of Little Ronnie. July 26, 2020 © Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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11/17/2020 10:51:01 am
Wow, this is so sad! I hope and pray that his mother still believes in miracles and don't give up on her son. Thank you very much, Andy, for sharing your poem with us!
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