Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Interesting times #Writing

Meander 1  Poem -- Grandfather --

I close my eyes and again I see
Your body lying lime a waxen doll,
A manikin imitating life'
You are not there.
Of this I know.
At six I know you are not there.
I go into the street to search
For a sign of my playmate, companion.
Into the faces of old men
I look. I thought I saw you
But I was fooled.
You are in the big toy chest
Like the one in the attic
Where we used to play.
My grief is never soothed
Only stored away.

Meander 2 - Interesting times.  There's what I consider a curse and maybe a prediction - May you live in interesting times. I'm not sure I enjoy being here when all seems to be falling apart around us. Living in a time when selfish people will do anything to get their way. There's o much anger floating in the air. There is politics, scandals, climate falling apart and so much to worry about. Hopefully someday these times will be history. Let's hope to live in boring times.

Meander 3 - The WIP is progressing rather rapidly but not rapidly enough. I always get behind in typing and I must put more chapters into print so I can start the next draft.  Three moreplus part of one and the book will be done, Fortunately I'm not to the point of hating it yet and that's good.