I wanted to find a poem that expressed my crushing disappointment in this upcoming weekend, but since I couldn’t find one, I had to write one. Is this how all this writing stuff starts?
One to the friend who used to be like a sister,
but has pulled away little by little,
but now as a mother, maybe a chance to
One to the cousin with the most golden hair
who used to embody an ideal of perfection
and now is a mother of two lovely girls
One to the aunt who exists in memories
of summer as a child during vacations
at the seashore, in two houses or in one
One to the actor, also a cousin
and once in those same summers,
an almost could-have-been
One to the vet who keeps the cat
who is too sick to stay home alone
but needs care and shots,
One to the neighbor to feed the cats
left at home with two litter boxes,
two bowls of water and food, and
One to the mother to let her know
the plans to visit family, to pass on good wishes
and a promise of a call when the weekend
One restless night
One high fever
One dose of Motrin
One moment of realization
One wave of disappointment.
Seven more calls.
Poetry Friday round-up is at Mentor Texts and More. Enjoy the poetry variety show as I try to recover some aspect of my weekend. Boo-hoo.