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I haven’t been around here for quite awhile while I dealt with some things. Mostly, politics was driving me crazy so I stepped out for a bit. I didn’t want to make a big explanatory exit, so I just left … and now I’m back.
It’s been quite a year. While there have been many happy occasions—one son married, another son returned home after two years in Tijuana—I’ve also faced plenty of personal dissappointment and the feeling that little bits of my heart were gradually being stripped away. On the plus side, I’ve done a lot of writing and it looks like I’ll probably publish another volume of poetry by the end of next year. Today I’m sharing three more personal poems that won’t be included in that volume. They kind of ecompass the tectonic shifts in my world this year.
This first one I wrote the day before my oldest son get married.
The second I wrote right before my dad passed away unexpectedly from a freak diagnosis of agressive leukemia. I thought he’d live another 10 years and then suddenly he was gone.
Finally, as my children grow up and move on, I find I’m beginning to lose my sense of direction. We are no longer the center of each other’s attention.