You came to my Qigong-Tai Chi classes at the senior’s centre
I watched you moving with the group, flowing in meditative bliss
You had a twinkle in your eyes,
laughter in your belly,
and words dancing in your head
as you did the Parkinson’s hip hop
You wrote me a heartfelt poem
then you were gone
Did you think that I was the smooth talking silver-tongued devil,
beguilding you into a cult?
Now you’re in Heaven,
free from suffering
I can picture you standing in front of God
and with a mischievous smile on your face saying
“Hey God, why did you inflict me with Parkinson’s disease?
“Were you planning to send down a 21st century bullet proof Jesus to heal me?
“Well, I beat you to the punch
“Jeez God, it’s so quiet and peaceful up here,
“let’s strike up a band and rock & roll!”
Hajime Harold Naka