Tag Archives: Kevin Davis

Leo

by Alazanto, Kevin Davis

Note: One of the most wonderful things in Kevin’s life was Leo. When he was so sick he could hardly move, Leo was brought to the hospital in Poughkeepsie. Kevin was wheeled to the first floor in a wheel chair. There was no expectation that he would be able to go home again at that point, although that turned out not to be true. The minute he saw Leo Kevin surprised everyone by getting out of the wheelchair and getting on the floor with his cat. Leo crawled up next to him and spent the next hour taking care of the person who had rescued him on a cold day when he was a kitten and taken him into his human life.

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Seaweed

a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Taken November 12, 2007

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Tassel at Opera Garnier

A photograph taken in Paris, France by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

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Colorful Sea Shell

by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Taken June 15, 2008

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Cafe Culture in Paris

a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

November 15, 2009

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Cascade Falls, San Juan Mountains

a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Taken November 18, 2007

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Shining Waters and Sonnet 44

photograph by Sonja Bingen

This photograph was taken after the memorial for Kevin Michael Davis, organized by Sonja and Mary Wood, our daughters, was held at Newport Beach on the tip of Door County in Wisconsin, one of Kevin’s favorite places when he was a child and young adult. This beautiful place looks out on Lake Michigan and is filled with the sounds of birds and lapping of waves on sand and wet, black stones. Passing ships are often small dots on the distant horizon.

Sonnet 44

by Thomas Davis

To sum an individual life with words
is like endeavoring to touch a hand
through shadows on a wall. Like falling sand
words flow around our substance; sounds unheard
dance symphonies of brilliant mockingbirds
into an absence; moments fade into a fairyland.

Our son was loved; he loved; he made a mark
in web design, fought deep depression, wrote
some poems and essays, loved to walk the dark,
taught everyone around him, wore a coat
of many-colors from the spirit of his heart,
and blessed his father, mother as he taught

us courage as he faced life torn apart.
His death left us bereft, alone, distraught.

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Sonnet 43

by Thomas Davis

Grief leaps from cracks and corners, as I walk
or sit beside our window looking out
toward the mountains, like a fierce-eyed hawk
that slashes from the sky and grabs a trout
that flips and struggles as sharp talons snuff
light out of day, the beating from the heart.

Grief seizes life grown wearisome and tough
beyond all hope that might one day jumpstart
time’s stream and let the sunlight filter down
into the shadows, wakening the joys
that often went unnoticed as I walked on ground
made blessed by my wife, girls, precious boy.

The gray miasma leaps from corners, cracks.
I startle as the sun turns dark, then black.

Note: There are two more sonnets in the sequence I have been posting for months now. Most of the sonnets were written while Ethel’s and my son, Kevin Michael Davis, was in the hospital or at home under hospice care. These last sonnets were written shortly after his death a little over a year ago.

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Cat in the Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris, France

a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Taken on November 15, 2009

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Rue des Lombards

a photography by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Taken November 19, 2009

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