migueltio

June 22, 2016

Bee Memories

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 9:28 pm

The walks we took
every Wednesday afternoon
in the warmer times
of year went on for a while.
Every Wednesday
when I returned
around noon from Cville
you were always ready
to let me know that
you knew I was home.
At first we caged you not
to be cruel but for a little
time that you were alone
so as not to let you
hurt yourself.
The moment I returned
you were ready to go
ready to show
me that out of that
cage you wanted to
be.
Soon you needed
no cage soon you achieved a more
reasonable age to let you
alone all on your own.
For an hour I let you
out for an hour you
discovered what the world
outside was all about alone until the
moment I came to walk.
I miss those walks with you
through the campground’s many
trees in the afternoons of the
spring, summer, or fall  breeze,
I miss you and so do the others who
enjoyed walking too.
~Miguel
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