One mile from home

waiting for the rain to end

so I can walk in the park,

watch the turtles and geese

and if I am inspired

I’ll write a poem for a northern friend

who deserves better than she got in life,

but says she is happy for her children

and would go through hell, again,

if it meant that was the only way

those souls would come to life

____

the sun came out

the sky a brilliant blue

one mile from home

the rain returned

sometimes, the best laid plans

don’t work out

3-6-24