The geezer never has been much of a fan of poetry, and a few
attempts to write in that format have ended in dismal failure. Over the past
year of so, however, I've been delighted almost daily by the creations of Marc
Leavitt, who posts his work at www.marcleavitt.blogspot.com
Marc occasionally puts together a lengthy work. I enjoy
those, but prefer his briefer offerings. He has a gift for conveying a big
message in a little poem.
My beautiful wife Sandy has been away for several weeks
visiting friends and relatives in Wisconsin .
These trips have been an annual event for a long time. Lake Michigan waters
permitting, she'll be back in our Michigan
home in two days, just in time to celebrate our 53rd wedding anniversary.
Inspired by Mr. Leavitt and the impending occasion and
despite my numerous previous failures, I've decided to go for it. I hereby
publish my first (and perhaps only) poem:
Your trip
was barely under way
When life
here ceased to be OK
How many times must I learn
When you
are gone
I soon
yearn for your return
