Where is Hubby

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 28 Oct 2012

4 comments

she asks---as she bends
to plug in the electric heater
hubby’s old task.

He should be coming
about now she
thinks absent-mindedly moving
the funeral urn –

she sits
on the edge of her dreams
when both of them
counted stars
from their backyard

now she clutches
her Bible closes her eyes
and blows a big kiss
before sleep
captures her spirit.

Permalink Submitted by jolono on Sun, 2012-10-28 20:25

she sits on the edge of her dreams Fabulous line Richard.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2012-10-29 01:21

Thank you so much, jolono. We are holding our fingers crossed awaiting Storm Sandy, an expected doozer. Cheers. Richard LP

Richard L. Provencher

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Mon, 2012-10-29 09:36

A lovely picture of gently fading, not agitatedly fading. Rhiannon

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2012-10-29 20:14

Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Rhiannonw. Richard

Richard L. Provencher