Report To The Boys
(EMOTION, challenge 11/26)
Yes, I crossed over.
Saw Maha and Granddaddy
Drinking coffee, under trees.
I have loved You Swep–
You Jeremy–each and every day
Since you were born.
Always, Jerene; and Erin–
Who one midnight called
From NY, asked ¨Dad, when
Are you going to give up
On me?¨ ¨Never, Baby.¨–
I sired sons, Swep, and Jeremy,
And a daughter, Erin…
Who at fifteen, sold me her
Poems, $5 apiece.
I won’t pretend to get this poem in its entirety…. However, I feel the constrained aching love within it.
Merry Christmas Pops.
Alison xxx
Alison, oh Alison, my favorite commenter. trying to get some things said here, and you’ve interacted most pleasingly. Merry Christmas, my hot Scot.