A Fantasy

If we were like Dagwood and Blondie,
Never aging a single day,
With a dog who was destined to be ever young
And children teenagers to stay.
No sad war nor big problems to plague us
We would live in disaster free world.
Dagwood's dark head never loses a hair.
Blondies tresses are perfectly curled.

If we could have lived in the comics
We would not have had these hard days.
When dark clouds rolled in, they would roll out again.
We'd be basking in bright sunny rays.
I would not have received that sad phone call,
Telling me I was now on my own,
That my children had lost their dear father
And I'm left to raise them alone.

In my fancies I live in the comics
Where each Sundays a new day of laughter.
My love did not die and I need not cry.
We're together forever and after.

By: Joyce 5/22/09