Distant (an acrostic conversation)

 

Don’t know how to tell you this.

If you don’t know how then just blurt it out like you usually do

See, we have been so close for so long

That’s an understatement.  We’ve been married for twenty-two years

And in all that time I feel we’ve been growing apart

Not this again.  What did you do this time?

That’s something I only would tell my friends

 

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Youth (an acrostic poem )

Young at heart, her dad tried to look cool

Only he had no chance, and she knew it

Unaware of his odds, he struck a pose in front of her friends

They burst out laughing at his ineptness

He looked crestfallen, until she clapped, then hugged him

 

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Tinker (an acrostic poem)

Technology always fascinated Eric

It was his jam his friends would say

Not that he would disagree

Kind of fun putting things together

Even making them do something different

Really it was a game to see what he could hack next

 

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Grateful (an acrostic poem)

Giving thanks is an everyday event

Really it should be moment to moment

At least we set a day aside to remind us to do so

Tempering the hectic pace of life

Enabling friends and family a moment to pause

For every day is truly a gift, each sunrise a blessing

Until that sun doesn’t rise for you anymore

Long may you live and be …

 

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Smoke (an acrostic poem)

Smelling the wood burning brought it all back

Memories of singing and dancing

Of friends that became family

Knowing that the night was never going to be long enough

Eventually the fire died, but I will always have that scent

 

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Uncharted (an acrostic poem)

Up the corporate chain had always been Martha’s goal

Never settling for the now.  Learn and move on was her motto

Challenging the normal when she could

Her trajectory was always upward.

And all that stopped when her company went bankrupt

Reeling from the unexpected crash, she was left floundering

The idea of starting over somewhere else made her sick to her stomach

Eventually, her friends convinced her to start a business of her own

Determined to make this her life’s work, she set off into the unknown

 

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