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

In Memory of Phil Serrano

A Poem by Nina Serrano

In memory of Phil 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

In Memory of Phil Serrano

From “One Note is Mine” blog post by Nina Serrano

Life is just a melody
Harmony and rhyme
The Universe a symphony
One note is mine

by Phil Serrano
In memory of Phil Serrano

In Memory of Phil Serrano

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

For me, Philip Serrano has always been my baby brother. Yes, even when he passed at age 72. It just wasn’t long enough for me. He wrote the music and song lyrics for all my plays and accompanied me on guitar at my countless poetry readings. All our conversations related back to our artistic lives and work, as well as our on-going lifetime conversation about the the big questions like the nature and definition of God and the Universe.

We tried to define God. He often held to the concept of “Father/Mother/God.” I tended to favor “the creative power of the universe.” Our discussions never got old. As we traveled through life’s stages, our ideas varied.He loved the guitar, playing it for hours, performing with it in bands, and composing new songs on it. Collecting and customizing guitars was Philip’s side passion. He left us with four recorded albums: The Story of the Chicken Made of Rags, By Word of Song (used in the video), as well as Crumbs of Comfort, vols 1 and 2. All are available on Round Whirled Records.

Since the Kennedy assassinations in the 1960s, he refused to accept at face value what are now called “alternative facts.” He questioned and studied the many findings on the Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and Malcolm X assassinations as well as the more recent 9/11 events.

Philip took the path of the “day job” with a steady paycheck from Arden Wood, serving the needs of the elderly for 35 years by keeping the beautiful 6 acre grounds of the San Francisco senior residence with its gracious buildings in pristine condition, until his recent retirement. Music dominated everything including bringing his guitar to work and filling the residents lives with his songs and sunshine smile.

But through the ups downs of 72 years of life, Philip wrote songs; so many are autobiographical. You can see, for example, in the video the links between his lyrics in his songs and in his life as shown in the photos.

Philip believed in Eternal Life and through his songs and decedents, he has achieved it.

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