Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Eulogy For A Stranger” (posted by Isadora Gruye)
Pick one stranger you encounter today and write their eulogy. Imagine their triumphs, the funny little stories that you would want to share with their family and friends. The defining moments that you want to highlight based on only your initial assessment.

Carlos spent so many years worried
about being too chubby. We all thought
he was perfect the way he was–the grin
that made lights dance in his brown eyes,
the way children were drawn to him.
Although he did not have children
of his own, he was favorite uncle
to several nieces and nephews. It was
not merely the fact that he made them
laugh–he listened. Adults felt equally as
comfortable when confiding in Carlos.
I had occasions for heart- to-hearts with him.
He always made me feel better.

I remember that first year when Carlos
played Santa Claus, and was such a natural
in the role, it became a yearly tradition.

Passengers on his bus route loved him.
He never failed to inquire about their health, or remember
little details of their lives.

Carlos was a happy man who loved life,
and we loved him. Would that we could have
loved him longer in life.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Carlos

  1. Jim says:

    Carlos was a nice fellow, may he RIP. He reminds me a bit of the last Santa in my life, the one who spilled the beans. I really hated for that deception to end. But it was time, seventh grade I think.


  2. Carlos is an evidence on how much you can be loved and yet be a bit lonely… the natural Santa… I hope that he understood how much people loved him.

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  3. wildchild47 says:

    Sensitively written Sara 🙂

    the small moments, the details that so many never really notice, and yet, it takes one, or a few, and sadly, too often, after the fact, the understanding that the quieter but engaging person, was truly someone special – and gave back without asking for anything …. people like this are seemingly rarer and rare ….


    • I think the selfishness of some people was on my mind when I wrote this. I wanted someone we could all love. Thanks, wc!

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      • wildchild47 says:

        I picked up on this edge – an undercurrent …. so often, too many are wrapped up in their own grumblings, and fail to really notice when someone, like your character for example, is really paying attention to them – to the smallest of things, and how they are genuine in their care and concern …. and then, when they’re gone? suddenly, it’s a sharp pang – because all along, the time and attention that was offered to another, has suddenly been taken away – and most often, it is like a stabbing, wondering hurt ….


      • I completely agree with you.

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  4. isadoragruye says:

    Hiya, Sara! I really like how much detail you placed into your eulogy. All those small moments really created an effective mosaic and evoked so much emotion between the lines! Well done and viva la! Thanks for sharing.


  5. Sounds like a lovely man…


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