Everybody loves you when you're
six foot in the ground. –John Lennon
I was eight years
old Monday, December 8, 1980—
the day my mother turned
one year older than twenty-eight—
her birthday, his last day.
Eight, that comes before nine,
the 9th of October he was born,
9th Avenue where he died,
the city of his birth and the city of his death.
Count their letters. They both have nine.
My name has only eight.
Eight, shaped like infinity,
like his never-ending
Heartfelt poem, the numbers really make it special in my opinion and I think the quote at the beginning is quite fitting. Tis the time of year when we think about people if they are gone.
So if I remember correctly your from the west coast, 9 letters... I remember you posted pics of the mountains... I guess one of these Santa Cruz CA, Santa Rosa CA, Sunnyvale CA
The poem is directly referring to John Lennon, who had an obsession with the number nine and how it connected to things in his life. Numbers are funny things... I didn't realize all the eights related to the topic, until I started writing it and looking up what John considered important nines. The cities are where he was born and died, Liverpool, and Manhattan.
My mountain photos are from Utah .
wow I'm slippin lately, I should have caught on to the dec 8, and the 9th avenue reference! Poem does have such a personal feel though, so last night I actually thought maybe you were talking about your father or possibly grandfather. In my defense John Lennon was a few years before my time .
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