An ode to Tadashi

With unkempt hair and wild eyes,
the boy with nothing but Hatred attempts to die.
Shining in the Light of Day,
with Light that brought the Darkness to dismay,
the savior has come.
And with fingers interlocked, even the thumbs,
he guides the young boy forwards.
And endlessly, endlessly, onwards.
The knife dropped, without even a sheen,
thanks to the man known as Tadashi.

As leaves and whispers came and left,
the boy learned and forever kept
the teachings of this man close,
as if they were Cancer's own antidote.
He learns about Space, Friendship,
about how to play sports, even Kinship,
and all this time the man with Light
stays by, a hand on his shoulder, as the guide.
And with he grew every positive emotion ever seen,
all thanks to the man known as Tadashi.

Separation came, the lessons taught,
the boy is now left with naught.
With shaking hands and a wavering place,
he looks to the Stars for guidance to stay.
Friends arrive and stay by his side -
and it comes to mind
that this is what he would need forever.
And with lessons learned and bonds that could never sever,
he looks to the beyond and everything imbetween
and gives thanks the man known as Tadashi.