The focus of work here is kindness,
Fostering a certain blindness…
Left on your own
Until it goes wrong,
Or is it just general behind-the-time-ness?
–
–Jonathan Caswell
The focus of work here is kindness,
Fostering a certain blindness…
Left on your own
Until it goes wrong,
Or is it just general behind-the-time-ness?
–
–Jonathan Caswell
JOANNE LEFT ALONE
Joanne was left alone
To run things here at home…
Administration
Is her station,
A paragon of efficiency honed.
–
Alas, Eric got a call
To be on site after all…
But we’ll enjoy
Her presence (OH, BOY!)
And Eric’s, after the snowfall.
–
Joanne we certainly trust,
Tender–like well-made pie crust…
Efficiency, caring
(We love what she’s wearing),
Her continuing here is a must!
–Jonathan Caswell
LEFT ALONE
On a cold November afternoon,
Momma goose with the broken wing…
Wandered around down by the pond
Remembering everything.
–
Her family had flown south
With the rest of the geese living there…
Momma goose with the broken wing,
Couldn’t fly or get in the air.
–
Sometimes one or two would stay,
The younger ones not full-grown…
But this year it seems she’s left with her dreams
To waddle through snow alone.
–Jonathan Caswell