Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
This walk, at first, a short brisk hike,
Has become an agony of cold and night.
The wind is sharp as it bites clean through,
Driving snow hides my tracks homeward to you.
I pull my coat closer as I duck my head,
My labored breath marking time to my tread.
I look up briefly into the storm's blast,
Then bend to this journey I've set as my task.
Blinking back tears coaxed by the wind,
Thoughts of you beckon me onward again.
I feel the cold as its numbing brings pain,
My thoughts begin wavering, my energy drained.
Why did I leave the warmth of my hearth?
What could have driven me into this dark?
The answer is simple. You simply asked,
"Honey, will you get me a box of Tampax?"
[This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 07-29-99).]