Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Marriage
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Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.