Miles stretch out through these hills
like a piece of pulled taffy.
I’ve checked the markers
with the odometer.
It isn’t so.
Although five miles
feels like ten,
you learn to get used to it.
There’s no sense being in a rush,
that just makes things worse.
It always takes longer
than expected –
so I tell folks,
add fifteen minutes
to every trip.
The same can be said
of this lingering ache
that I first noticed
after your funeral.
It should be gone by now.
It isn’t so.
Wonderful reflections
Thanks for taking the time to say so.
Wonderful poem! It’s just that some pains don’t go away!
Indeed. You are right!
wow! the end came up suddenly — and hit hard; well done —
So appreciate your saying so.
I’ve been looking back, Richard; you’ve got some really good posts; you’re a late discovery for me —
Thanks for the review.
Well done, indeed. Beautiful.
Thanks!
I’ve discovered at the end of the poem that the road where funerals pass is always a far and long road full of heartaches and tears.
Thanks for sharing your reflection.
My pleasure, Richard…
Poignant and moving.
Thank you.