A Flower Named June

Aubrey Cummings was to many a friend

For us his death was too abrupt an end

Lots of Bajans knew the warmth of this man

Our meetings were radiant and deep talks began

When ever we met I knew that he

Engaged similar conversations with many

Regardless to your walk in life or your diminished status

Never did he behave arrogantly but rather humbled to us

Art was the thing that brought him to me

Music was discussed often but it was art supplies that he

Every time returned to get and at those times would share

Delightful stories of his lustrous yet struggling career

Juggling two passions and his love for two countries

Used to listen to Aubrey recall countless memories

Now I close my eyes to hear him laugh and  his calming voice

Eternity awaits him, he made a “joyful noise” and all can rejoice