Tuesday, June 4, 2013

A Short Poem for Veronica


Next to You


Reclining next to you
at the end of the day,
after an evening lounging
on the deck in the early summer sun,
cooking dinner together
and a walk along the edge of the bay
with the dogs leading us,
I find myself comparing this life
with the tortured one my father lived.

He was unlucky.
He didn’t have you by his side.

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