A poem for Tim
So many have felt the grievous loss of our writer, and exemplary Bermudian, Tim Hodgson.
The most sensitive, generous and humble of us are often unaware of their vast impact.
Tim wrote with a rare intellect, emotional intelligence and integrity.
He lived his life the same way.
He lit many fires and I hope those who have been inspired continue on in his tradition.
Where do words go when their intrepid leader falls?
Do they shatter on ancient coral roads,
Glittering shards of scattered light?
Or do they wash away into the sea,
To be devoured by the fry?
The ones imprinted on the page,
Stand stalwart, tried and true,
The ones left viscous in his pen,
Wait silently for whom?
With deep and abiding appreciation,
CHERIE AMOS SIKKING
Kissing goodbye to 60:40
Swan says 60:40 switch doomed to failure
A reader wonders if she has Bermudian status
Kempe waves ‘adios’ to Bermuda politics
Sidestepping the elephant in the room
On-notice BTA ‘ready to learn more’
Halfway house plan to help older children
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