Something About a Loss

I thought I remembered crying
I do not recall what for
Something about a loss
Like a pet thru a wrong open door

But sadness drowned me out
Though tears failed to fall
I wasn’t bad off enough
My memory seemed to crawl

Forever lost a lover’s lips
And smiles that catch at grace
I’d forgotten what a stroll was
Along with my lost lover’s face

I am only a bit of 57
Not quite a pregeezer
I’m not losing my marbles
I like them in the freezer

I think I have/had a daughter
Pretty little poet maybe
So who is this young woman
Celebrating a squalling baby

NO! It’s time for snickers and jelly beans
Frisbee and then some swings
I don’t need that wretched medicine
To help me remember new things

You’re not really my doctor
You’re really not my friend
I don’t have Al’s freakin’ hammers
Tell me, pretty lady, who are you again

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 21, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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