VvG’s Sorrows

Vincent, you were a child of hard love.
Your parsonage nostalgia was your anchor
and your inspiration; would approval
carry you home? Hindsight knows.
Your dire project was candor and a
brother. Your dire life was disappointment.
You squeezed your heart for yellows,
smelled your rosemary soul and 
transcribed for us to see. You are
a caution, a path, a wrench, and
most of all a wish. For a longer 
life, for a happy heath, for the 
meadow sweetened by your
long-awaited satisfaction.