After the Recovery group
a young man said he'd found
a book that helped him
from his local library -
and it was a book by me!
I stood there, shocked,
trying not to let
ego show on my face,
mumbling my goodbyes
and backing away to
the garden path. Mentally
I flicked through the pages
as I drove away, barely
missing a baby in a pram
in my preoccupation. Oh,
who would help me if
I ran over that child?
My back pages fade,
boldness paling as I
am aging. Each new day
Recovery is a discovery;
*yesterday is history,*
*tomorrow is a mystery.*
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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