Ready Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Ready



Only a precious few remain
taken of a high school boy,
a young aviator in flight jacket,
a portrait with new bride.
This last one, more deeply treasured,
haunts me now
seeing how little of him is left.
Life has used him up;
made him old and heart weary as
he sits there alone in their kitchen
cradling his precious little dog
gazing off somewhere inside himself.
A bittersweet revelation
speaks from the moment captured,
his soul was emptied
and more than ready to move on.

Monday, January 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,school
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