Meander 1 -- Poem Gift From A Husband Post Divorce
The bus depot was dim and Dark, The gift
You sent had just arrived. The gnomish man
With rasp edged voice pointed and made me lift
And lug it to my car. My hands began
To wrestle with the sealing tape and tear
My fingernails. Soon the tape was overthrown
To reveal a giant set of kitchenware
Enough to feed a regiment. I live alone.
Am I in your fantasy chained to stove and
Sink as I never was before? Do you
See me spoon in hand, flashing wedding band,
Stirring giant pots of bubbling stew?
What amde you choose the gift I wanted least.
In honor of the end of our wedding feast?
Meander 2 - Papers, Papers, Papers. --I've been filling out paper after paper since my husband's death. Amazing the number of places that want papers and information. I will say this Social Security is very efficient and has already returned the letter saying how much I will recieve. The state of New York is very different. A phone interview ended with expect papers to fill out and sign arriving in 6 to 8 weeks. There will be no money set until this is complete. The Keogh plan takes less time than all this but of course there is paper work here. Now mI must start with the health insurance tomorrow. If my hair wasn't already gray it would be nwo.
Meander 3 - Writing __ Writing is going slow. Not only does all this paperwork keep me from writing, my hand aches if I use it too much. I'm managing a page a day, so all is not lost.
Showing posts with label Post Divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post Divorce. Show all posts
Monday, February 10, 2020
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Meander 2 - Post Divorce Gift
The bus depot was dim and dark. The gift
The gift you sent had just arrived. The gnomish man
With rasp edged voice pointed and made me lift
And lug it to the car. My hands began
To wrestle with the sealing tape and tear
My fingernails. Soon the tape was overthrown
To reveal a giant set of cooking ware,
Enough to feed a regiment. I live alone.
Am I in your fantasy chained to stope and
Sink as I was before. Do you
See me, spoon in hand, flashing wedding band
Stirring goant pots filled iwth bubbling sted?
What made you choose the gift I wanted least
In honor of the ending of our wedding feast?
Meander 2 - Nursing Home - My husband has now gone to a nursing home. They call it Rehab but I'm not sure that will happen. He is weak and his heart continues to act up. Now he occasionally needs oxygen and had to dropout of physical therapy yesterday. Will he be home in time for Christmas? I'm really not sure. I'm able to face the end but I have children and grandchildren who may not feel the same.
Meander 3 - Writing - I've sort of begun a new story. Actually I had the first chapter blocked out and decided I needed to begin again and just mock up the chapters so I can see where the story is going. It's a romance, contemporaty, one of the Moon Child series with Cancer and Virgo pairing up. There's some trickiness in the story since there is a child, hers and his adopted son who is ill. This may be a hard one but I'll manage to get through this and hopefully it will help.
The bus depot was dim and dark. The gift
The gift you sent had just arrived. The gnomish man
With rasp edged voice pointed and made me lift
And lug it to the car. My hands began
To wrestle with the sealing tape and tear
My fingernails. Soon the tape was overthrown
To reveal a giant set of cooking ware,
Enough to feed a regiment. I live alone.
Am I in your fantasy chained to stope and
Sink as I was before. Do you
See me, spoon in hand, flashing wedding band
Stirring goant pots filled iwth bubbling sted?
What made you choose the gift I wanted least
In honor of the ending of our wedding feast?
Meander 2 - Nursing Home - My husband has now gone to a nursing home. They call it Rehab but I'm not sure that will happen. He is weak and his heart continues to act up. Now he occasionally needs oxygen and had to dropout of physical therapy yesterday. Will he be home in time for Christmas? I'm really not sure. I'm able to face the end but I have children and grandchildren who may not feel the same.
Meander 3 - Writing - I've sort of begun a new story. Actually I had the first chapter blocked out and decided I needed to begin again and just mock up the chapters so I can see where the story is going. It's a romance, contemporaty, one of the Moon Child series with Cancer and Virgo pairing up. There's some trickiness in the story since there is a child, hers and his adopted son who is ill. This may be a hard one but I'll manage to get through this and hopefully it will help.
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