- I'll miss you like I'd miss a severed limb
- amputated from my body by chance,
- a misfortune brought on by fate's cruel whim
- or careless words, perhaps a jealous glance.
- Should you go I'd suffer pain and grief
- no matter that the surgeon's skill be great
- or recovery from the ordeal brief
- still would I drown in pity and self hate
- Though tended by nurses and wrapped in sterile sheets
- with bandages clean and changed twice each day
- your phantom memory stirs as my heart beats
- it cannot hear, too late, these words I say
- So let not separation take its toll
- your loving presence keeps me hale and whole*
- * So my daughter came to me about six months ago. "Dad," she said. "I have to study for a calculus exam, I have a quiz coming up in Japanese and I have an essay on the Potsdam Conference to write for Socials. I don't have time to write a sonnet for English. Can you write one for me?" At the time she intended to go into medical school (she has since switched to Archeology) so I thought a medical themed sonnet would be appropriate. Now that she has graduated I think I am safe in taking credit for this.
- And I'm happy to report that this poem earned her an "A"
I've been here and there. I've drawn a lot of pictures. I've written a bit, too. I'm not good at this self-promotion thing. Look, you want to know about me? just visit these websites. Okay?