Bill Keen Poet Free verse

Hey, Sally

Hey, Sally

		I watch our daughters Rebecca
		and Rachel browse so like you did.
		They scour the stacks in a Rich-
		mond book store, trailing big reads
		for when they return to their com-
		portable places. Home again,
		feet up, tea cups steeping.

		I came home from afternoon
		office hours and found you stretched
		out on the couch we bought in
		the second-best store in Snowtown
		and brought to Washpa. Your tea cup
		was by your side and a cat curled
		at your feet sleeping.

		A significant novel, In-
		dian or another latter-day 
		Dickens was tented half-way through
		on your breast. I am filled with joy—
		by daughters who continue
		to scout out
		great big books to accompany		
		tea cups steeping, cats sleeping,
		on lazy afternoons.

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CayCay Godwin March 9, 2026 at 3:51 PM "... and Honey, I miss you and I'm being good and I'd love to be with you, if only I could." Familiar? Your words took me to that song, the same emotional impact that made me cry in the early 70's is tearing me up now. You can tell I FEEL this and it's beautiful sadness, WORTH THE LOVE. She knows. I look to my mom, son & sis to see my dad & bro so I get that, too. Pls tell Richmond, Colonial Heights & Prince George 'hey' from me. I think Love does mean having to say you're sorry and all else.