I'LL MISS YOU LIKE I'D MISS A SEVERED LIMB

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?
www.mdjacksonart.weebly.com
http://mdjackson.deviantart.com
http://community.imaginefx.com/fxpose/mdjacksons%5Fportfolio