Missing You

 

I tried the best distraction I could, visiting with friends …

to give myself some company until your journey ends.

I needed something marvelous to entertain my brain,

to keep my heart from bursting as I slowly go insane.

Although those friends are tried and true, I missed you just as much.

We talked of gods and man, the state of life, the world, and such.

No matter what the subject, though, my thoughts would turn to you,

no substitute available to last the two weeks through.

I sit and count the moments till you’re in my arms again,

here, soaking up the atmosphere we’ve conjured in our den.

I learned that while you’re gone, our home is where I want to be,

within the walls that witness all our witty repartee.

Your smell is in a bottle; I can douse myself each day,

and walk around imagining you offered me a spray.

The book you last were reading’s on the nightstand by our bed.

I use the same shampoo you use to groom your golden head.

And though a saucer’s never ’neath my cup of morning joe,

I think it’s cute you use one, so I do, too, when you go.

I have our family albums, and our portraits on the wall.

I wait with bated breath until the next time that you call.

I clear my afternoon to Skype and hear about your trip,

and know that when you say “a crisp,” you really mean a chip.

I long for it to be the time to go get in the car,

to fetch you from the airport once you’ve landed from afar,

to bring you home and lock the door and throw away the key,

and keep you right where you belong, alongside l’il ol’ me.

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summertime

singing in the floor fan in my room

organizing rocks that I have found

ice cream in our freezer to consume

bare and calloused feet upon the ground

whistling with a single blade of grass

catching fireflies in a mayonnaise jar

sleeping late, attending not one class

trampolining closer to a star

wearing Off! and sunscreen everyday

playing in each rainy summer storm

taking rides in wagons full of hay

drinking from the hose, its water warm

iced tea, watermelon, lemonade

picking figs and peaches for my mom

crickets sing their nightly serenade

rollie pollies tickling on my palm

food: I’ve all a growing girl could eat

bills: like magic, all of them get paid

hardest task: to keep my bedroom neat

enemies: in games at the arcade

someday I would be a girl no more

someday I would lose my innocence

someday I would be the guarantor

someday deeds would earn no recompense

that day came and I’m a woman now

that day came and I know grown up things

that day came to leave lines on my brow

that day came and I have sprouted wings

though I have to buy my food myself

though there’s lots of money that I owe

though there’s crazy clutter on my shelf

though I face transgressions of a foe

summertime’s a bastion of relief

summertime’s contentment on a tray

summertime’s forever, although brief

summertime’s import eludes decay

 

 

 

Remembering When Life Was Easy

rolling down the highway, singing tunes from days of yore

feeling happy, joyous, light, and free

on my way to meet friends who reside within my core

people who have turned me into Me

stay up all night talking till the dawn has come again

keeping glasses full and telling tales

laughing loud and commenting on stories of back when

others fill in blanks when memory fails

how I love these people more than words could ever say

so glad they were there when I was young

we’re so lucky we could all, together, pave our way

such great folks I spent my time among

some of us have changed a bit but mostly are the same

I can still relate to every one

how I feel ’bout them is something no one else can claim

far too weak are words like “love” and “fun”

even though we have to leave and go back to our lives

meeting now and then’s a thing we need

a chance to learn to love each other’s husbands, kids, and wives

as we over-drink, snap pics, and over-feed

If I Could Go Back

When in the frozen corners of my mind,

I see myself, a distant glow of youth,

and I lament the person that I find.

I wish she knew the future and its truth.

So confident that I was young and set

to live my life pursuing what I love,

I knew not that I’d always be in debt,

still owing to myself what I’d dreamed of.

So, every moment I’d make sure would count.

I’d take advantage of my age and health.

I’d relish having problems I could mount.

Of different mem’ries, I’d retain a wealth.

I’m not the first, nor will I be the last,

to wish, in life, I could relive the past.

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