Howdy Howdy

Well, it's been seven days since something awesome has been posted on this blog and, after I post the poem I am about to post, it will still be seven days since someone posted something awesome on this blog. This poem is untitled. Some say that a poem without a title shows a lack of inspiration. I say those people can take a long walk off a short pier.

My old teacher
writes of her brother's passing.
I can feel the ache,
the fear,
when I see my Mother's gray hair,
the Mother that made my friend's swoon
when she was dolled up and fine at 40
arriving at a school function.