I’m getting out a special cup
A mythic cup painted with imagery of artists
A work of art inscriped on a cup
A cup my husband bought in 2016
The very year I met you
I drink from my cup, thinking of you
How you came to Fairest’s release party
The first release party I ever had
You encouraged dead characters to live again
Cheering them on in demanding their own novel
Quartz is his uppity self with a monthly blog
All due to your influence
Nor was Quartz the only one you influenced
You gave so many characters a voice
Encouraging them with your Wednesday Words
You persuaded my inner poet to stretch her wings
She made your midweek ritual mine
I’m getting punched in the gut
Every time I remember you’re gone
I’ve got stories and poems set up
All the way to the end of 2024
Inspired by your prompts and words
I’m going to keep on responding
Until I run out of your prompts
I’ll keep sharing stories and poems
Your Wednesday legacy to me
R.I.P. P.T. Wyant
I cry, thinking of the snow that will fall
Snow that you’ll never see
I cry, thinking of the dogs searching for you
Sniffing for someone they’ll never find
There’s a void that will bleed without you
I’ll carry on writing as I bleed
Thinking of all the projects you were juggling
Right until you couldn’t juggle
There’s never enough time
I cry for all you couldn’t finish
I’ll still carry on, finishing what I can
Juggling my many projects
You saw inspiration everywhere
Even if you didn’t call it by that name
You were brave enough to share
Casting out ideas to inspire us all
Thank you for the precious gift
Thank you for celebrating our snippets
We are richer for having known you
We shall carry you in our hearts and minds
As we carry on.