Wednesday, August 11, 2010

3WW: Joke, Leverage, Remedy

Who’s that man
standing with his arms
wide open,
tears in his eyes,
and a smile on his face?

Oh, it’s my dad
welcoming my mom.
He’s been waiting
thirteen years
for this day.

See how fast
she’s running,
now, all long legs
and limber,
dark hair

flying behind her.
It’s no joke,
Dad; she’s really there.
Scoop her up,
give her a big

hug. You’re
the remedy
she’s needed
these last declining

Turn around,
walk with her
like a bride
and groom
holding hands,

grins on your faces
down the long
of a heavenly
Linda's Poems