Ferry: A Poem by Nina Serrano In Memory of Phil Serrano

Phil Serrano: Atlanta, GA, 2016 standing by a street mural. Photo by Elizabeth Hickey Serrano

Ferry: A Poem by Nina Serrano. Photo of Phil Serrano: Atlanta, GA, 2016 standing by a street mural. Photo by Elizabeth Hickey Serrano

Ferry:
A Poem 
by Nina Serrano

For My Beloved Brother Philip Serrano
(May 23, 1945- January 11, 2017)
(We’ll go no more a roving ….Lord Byron)

I was shocked and grieved
as I disembarked from the ferry
to see the long line of people
waiting to board
knowing that even
if I carefully scanned all their faces
I would never find my brother among them again
like I did that precious day
when I heard him surprisingly call my name
and I slipped into the line next to him
in delight that we were now neighbors
his house standing only blocks from mine
We could unexpectedly sail home together
On the boat we launched into endless conversation:
plans for artistic collaborations
long walks fantasies and projections spun
over the noisy vibrating ship’s engine
all the way to Vallejo’s shore
We said goodbye
confident of countless days ahead
But death came suddenly
His heart stopped but not my expectations
of our endless sibling-ness
So I went into grief and shock
as I disembarked from the ferry
to see the long line of people
waiting to board
knowing that we will go no more a sailing
a sailing o’re the bay
Though my heart be still as eager
and there’s still so much more to say

The short music video below by Paul Richards includes family photos and original music played and sung by Phil Serrano. The video expresses the autobiographical nature of his songs.


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Ferry: A Poem by Nina Serrano In Memory of Phil Serrano — 4 Comments

  1. Moving Tribute to your brother Phil Serrano < FERRY ), sensitive and touching. Also loved video, very talented Brother. Loved his music and vocals, and original songs. Thank u for sharing Nina Serrano. Your voice is a warbling brook become volcano when it wants to.

  2. Oh Nina,
    I am heartbroken for you, I feel your pain, I feel the love you shared. It never goes away, the pain. Time fights with pain, but the memory always lingers. The places you have been with him will always remind you of him. They will talk to you. They will whisper in your ear and lodge themselves in your heart. They will make you cry, they will make you smile; they will make you blue. They will make you realize that he is always there with you in your heart. The hardest thing is the irreversible nature of that loss–that tearing away that you have no control over, that cold sliver of steel that cuts deeply into your soul and remains an open wound.

    Time and fond memories help because they lead us to that internal dialogue that permits us to go forward with our lives as we realize how fragile and vulnerable we are, how much we often take for granted. I often think of those I’ve loved and lost. When I am with my children and grandchildren I realize that the only thing I can give them are good memories and, I hope, the assurance of how much I love them.

    Nina my heart and thoughts are with you and your family.

    Thank you for sharing your special bond through your poems, Phil’s music and words, and the thoughts and comments of those who knew him well.

    Un fuerte abrazo,

  3. Thank you for sharing your memories and poetry. Such a tremendous loss, a part of aging that is so painful.
    May your memories console you.

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