mask washing board sculpture

"The Mask represents the country of Trinidad where carnival is the mainstay of our culture.

The washing board and the soap represents a village in Blanchisseuse (translated to mean the washer woman).

The concept behind this piece is a reflecting of history before conventional equipment was introduced. The natives would use the washing board and to launder their clothing."

Rennie Bobb
Sculptor
rbobb2010@yahoo.com
1.868.394.8476

buddy is gone

The river by the pier is calm and peaceful this morning.
There are huge rafts of mallards slowly parading in processions
Along the shore and out towards the main channel.
At 4 AM last night your father died in his sleep at home.

You called to tell me about his last hours.
I am so sad for you but so happy you were there
Comforting him with your words of love
Helping your sister and his sister to bear your loss.

How wonderful his friend came by who knew to get
His favorite tool his father’s small brad hammer
Cherished all these years from when he was a boy
And put it in his hand to take to the ancestors.

There is always unfinished business in our lives
But for the important relationships in his life
All was right with him in his last days.
No regrets. He was a very good man.

kissena july evening

what he knew

He knew.

When we visited in April he was so happy to see us,
The wood pile for our evening patio fire gathered long before.
At last the day came.
Our time together seemed to stretch out forever and a day.

We three were so close, talking after dinner,
Me just coming into his life so late,
Him talking at length about the most personal things,
Reviewing the ups and downs of his life for us.

You had never heard him talk this way.
You listened amazed
To hear him speak so openly from the heart.
Now you'd like to listen again and again to what he said that night.

That he knew.

That’s what you think now, looking back.
In early June you made the first urgent flight
In a state of shock
Not knowing if he would survive the emergency surgery.

In early July his time is running out like an hourglass at the end,
You are making your second urgent flight today
In a state of grief
Not knowing if he will last until you reach his bedside.

You are going to thank him for sending the letter four years ago
That began the healing between father and daughter long estranged.
Since then you both have had four wonderful unexpected years
Enjoying your weekly calls and visits twice a year.

What he knew.

No one knows in a scientific way about the future.
It’s a feeling we have, unspoken but quite certain.
Your father is a very determined man.
He would move mountains to make things right for you.

From that surgery there would be no recovery.
It takes the doctors four weeks to reach this conclusion.
Your Dad knew it sooner, before anyone else.
In June he said good-bye to you and you didn’t want to hear it.

Now your heart is flooded with grief as the end is near.
I am with you in spirit, your sister is there waiting for you.
I hope you two will grow closer marking his final days together
Now that acceptance and final good-bye is what you must do.