Melancholy Memory
on a stiff mattress
in the camper trailer,
I couldn't see the stars
just ceiling...
a long camping trip
with too many board games,
nothing worthy of note,
but a thought:
"What if you're cancer
claimed you 'for I returned?"
the loud storm did nothing
for my mood...
I tried to be brave
for grandma slept with me;
suppressed weeping due to
thunder heads...
I called my friend up,
said, "Wanna chill?". He said,
"I have something I must
tell you first."
For the Melancholy Memory Contest.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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