Three months after his 65th birthday, Jim Cogan passed away on June 23 2013.
Photo: Jim with his girls.
(Photo: John Stack)
Jim with his only son, Bobby.
A poem for the day that’s in it.
I Have Your Name by Mary Dorcey
I have your name
And no use for it.
It will never call you home
again.
I have all your names still;
Every one of them
On the tip of my tongue
I have to bite my lip
To keep from spilling them.
Useless now-
Nobody comes.
I have your name and no use
for it.
I have said it
Times without number,
Without thinking,
Not needing to think.
I have called it through the
years
Winter and summer
Early and late.
First thing in the morning
And last thing at night.
………………
I have said it in rapture,
In anger,
In grief.
I have called it across
fields
Bellowed into the wind,
Like a farmer calling home
the dogs
And had it blown back on my
lips
I have murmured it so softly
No one heard but you.
I have your name and no use
for it
No matter where
I say it now:
How loudly
Or how often-
It will never
Call you home.
“The day Thou gavest, Lord, has ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest.”